Dinner At Eight In The Suburbs

This is the proper place where I'm growing older without grace

And all of the people seem contented with the urban routine

Cause the backdrop fell on my closing evening

And the actresses left for the farewell party

And I left the timberline for oil slicks and parking fines

And I found that its too late to read you the lease at 113A Ellis

All the punker kids need to be home by 7

Cause theres dinner at eight in the suburbs

With sister and father and mother

I wanted to end it there, to save myself for once and for all

But it turns out, its not that good

Now im stuck, summer turns to fall

This is the proper place where im growing older without grace

And all of the people seem contented with the urban routine