• Songwriters: Brian Patrick Murray, Trevor Moore

Lost my situation at the Pennsylvania Station
Huddled masses swiping passes, routine as automation
Plywood, plaster, changing faster every single day, man
Scaffold blue as the frown on you, and the town you grew up hating

Now on the phone rang little George from further down the shore
He said, "I'm done with reaching new levels, man"
But it doesn't mean he don't want more
"It's always the same story, Georgie, why'd you have to ask?"
I said, "you're bound to learn the same lesson, son, just don't be late for class"

Next thing
Looking up from low
Got a chance to rise
You can see it grow
Next day, give it up and say
You'd have been there more if only you'd known
Let's go to the danger zone
We can climb up top, and then all get stoned
One thing, you and me both know
We'd have been there more if only we'd known!

My, my, ain't that fine, watching those good times roll
Train line, just in time, rolling down Plandome Road
Bye, bye, that's my ride
Let's get on with the show
Go set, New York-bound, I'm going home!

Get ready, get set, go!
Nothing's ever set in stone
I could've waited 'til now, you know
But I've never heard an untold story
Eyes off the prize because it's right here, right now
We've got it rolling, friends, gotta get it stopped somehow

Next thing
Looking up from low
Got a chance to rise
You can see it grow
Next day, give it up and say
You'd have been there more if only you'd known
Let's go to the danger zone
We can climb up top, and then all get stoned
One thing, you and me both know
We'd have been there more if only we'd known!

My, my, ain't that fine, watching those good times roll
Train line, just in time, rolling down Plandome Road
Bye, bye, that's my ride
Let's get on with the show
Go set, New York-bound, I'm going home!

Snap, crackle, pop, boom, pow
Made the kitty cat fat, somehow
She loved that cat of mine
Like a Cheshire with a smile like Tillie
Celebration time
Lieutenant, let's get 'em in line
We could've waited 'til now, you know, but we didn't have a doggone dime (go figure)

Next thing
Looking up from low
Got a chance to rise
You can see it grow
Next day, give it up and say
You'd have been there more if only you'd known
Let's go to the danger zone
We can climb up top, and then all get stoned
One thing, you and me both know
We'd have been there more if only we'd known!

My, my, ain't that fine, watching those good times roll
Train line, just in time, rolling down Plandome Road
Bye, bye, that's my ride
Let's get on with the show
Go set, New York-bound, I'm going home!