Fair Verona
Dan Mangan Lyrics

Turn the bars into cars
We imagine the bars we're at turning into cars to aid in our escape.

And wait for the lights to change
We wait patiently for the right time to make our escape and start anew.

And take shape of people we used to know
We take on the visual appearance of people from our past who we've lost touch with.

'Til they grow less fond of knowing
Eventually, the people we've taken the shape of will stop recognizing and caring for us.

And we can ride in the night
Under the cover of darkness, we can escape our old lives and start over.

And discard all the facts on our backs
We let go of the truths and burdens that we've been carrying with us thus far.

Remembering the thoughts we thought
We reflect back on the thoughts and dreams we had since we were young.

Since we got over our parents
Now that we're grown up and independent, we can truly dream and live for ourselves.

And if we go where we go
If we run away to start a new life elsewhere,

And don't tell anyone where we're from
We keep our past a secret and don't tell anyone where we've come from.

We can cut and paste the stars to our hearts
We create a new reality and fill our hearts with a sense of wonder and adventure.

And understand their language
We see the beauty in the world and understand its mysterious ways.

And we won't spit with our mouths
We won't engage in petty arguments or retaliate with violence.

Or draw lines in the dirt with our heels
We refuse to create divisions or animosity with those around us.

And every single day we'll just wait
We patiently plan for the future without rushing ourselves into anything.

And hope to see the next one
We look forward to the future and hope to make the most of every day.

If we go down too easy my dear
If we fail to make a meaningful change in our lives,

We'll still be the heart of envy of all our friends and peers
We'll still retain our sense of individuality and spirit.

So I get home to my home
I finally arrive back in the place where I belong.

The thoughts are in my head
My mind is constantly racing with ideas and possibilities.

And my bed is full of things I left
My bed is a constant reminder of the past and what I've left behind.

When I left her here
When I abandoned my past to start over with a new life.

And the light through the blinds
The sun shines through the windows and the shades, illuminating my surroundings.

And through the windowpane in the lane
I look out the window onto the street and all the possibilities that lie beyond.

Where the fire is getting cold
Where hope and passion are dying out, replaced by apathy and routine.

For they have burned all of their belongings
Others have nothing left of their former lives, having sacrificed everything for the pursuit of security and comfort.

And up the stairs there's a pair
A couple resides in the upstairs apartment.

Who like to be made sure
Who desire stability and assurance in their lives.

That they were everything they are
They strive to retain their sense of self in the face of the changing world.

For they are sadly mistaken
Their pursuit of security has kept them from living their lives to the fullest.

Now I forget how we met
I can no longer recall the initial circumstances that brought us together.

Those days have all passed
That time in our lives is gone, never to be revisited.

Now the cast is filing to the stage
New people are entering our lives, shifting the roles we play.

In a rage and taking their places
These new people are passionate, full of life and ambition, eager to take on the roles that await them.

To them we'll be has-beens
They'll see us as relics of the past, no longer relevant in the changing world.

To them be rouge waves
We'll be unpredictable and chaotic in their eyes, hard to predict or control.

To them be lost trains
We'll be wandering aimlessly, with no clear direction or purpose.

Just posers posing
They'll accuse us of trying too hard to be something we're not.

We'll leat with our eyes
We'll communicate through our gazes and actions, rather than our words.

And weep our goodbyes
We'll mourn the chapters of our lives that are closing and say farewell to those who have been a part of it.

And if that's what it takes
If mourning and closure are the necessary steps for moving forward,

We'll both drink the Kool-Aid again
We'll revert back to a simpler time when we were naive and could believe in anything.

'Til we've forgotten where our hearts have been
We'll forget all our previous experiences and let go of any attachments that hold us back.

'Til we forget just where our hearts have been
We'll finally let go of our past and move on to a brighter future.