I remember singing with you
Our friends in the foyer come straight from the altar
And I recall believing in truth
But it seems like forever since I’ve really believed in anything

So now I just sing it off
These days, I just drink it off
So now I just sing it off, it off, it off

I remember laughing with them
Our friends in the forest, in that house on a mountain
In that cabin, we got real drunk
And on the ride back to Boston, I weeped as I questioned
The men and the women we’d become

But now it’s just a metaphor
God up in the clouds, where is he now?
But now it feels like novocaine
A drink on a warm night, something to soothe the pain

I remember singing with you
Our friends in the foyer, too