Children of Stereo

We are the children of stereo and tape deck bands
In the drive-thru we held hands
We are the children of strip malls and thrift store pants
In summers we ruled the land
And I never thought I was missing out
On some big life we didn't have, we couldn't get just being out here...

In an old car with the top down
We ride through Mulholland
And the sun blinds our eyes
I couldn't help you, couldn't help you ever realize

We were the masters of our world and I don't know why
You said you had to leave or die
And I never thought I was missing out
On some big life
Like you couldn't get a broken heart just staying right here...

In an old car with the top down
We ride through Mulholland
And the sun blinds our eyes
I couldn't help you, couldn't help you ever realize

And now it's cold out, so get your sweaters on
I just don't know how we could ever belong anywhere else
Those days are gone, but they'll always be around

In an old car with the top down
We ride through Mulholland
And the sun blinds our eyes
I couldn't help you, couldn't help you ever realize