Don
Less Than Jake Lyrics


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I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right
And I'm so sick of wanting all the things I'm haunted by
My sympathy goes to the oldest joke that's survived another year
I wonder where I'm going from where I'm at I wonder why I'm still here.
The writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don't
Console me anymore while I'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor.
I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here this is my last chance to disappear.
I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here, I think I may freeze on the last
Days of summertime. the local papers always opened up to obituaries
And engagements cause I keep track of all the fresh starts and he dying famous
And there's a halo of second-hand smoke underneath the summer stars
Along with conversations we had on this subway car. the writing on the subway
Walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore while I'm lying
Wide awake on my bedroom floor. I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here
This is my last chance to disappear, I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here,
I think I may freeze on the last days of summertime. remember when, when you said,
You said take these words and do what you want with them. the writing on the subway
Walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore, while I'm lying wide awake
On my bedroom floor. I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here this is my last




Chance to disappear. I'm the lucky one, i;m getting out of here, I think
I may freeze on the last days of summertime.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Less Than Jake's song "Don" speak to the frustration and restlessness that the singer is feeling in their current situation. They are haunted by their own desires, and the plans and dreams they once had seem out of reach. The writing on the subway walls is a metaphor for the expectations and pressures that society puts on them, but they have realized that these words no longer bring them comfort. Instead, they lay awake on their bedroom floor, contemplating their options and wondering where their life will take them.


The imagery in the song is powerful and evocative, with the mention of the obituaries in the local papers and the halo of second-hand smoke creating a sense of mortality and transience. The singer knows that they need to make a change and take control of their own life, even if it means leaving everything behind. The repeated refrain of "I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here" is both defiant and hopeful, a statement of determination in the face of uncertainty.


Overall, "Don" is a song about searching for direction and meaning in a confusing world. It speaks to the universal experience of feeling lost and disillusioned, and the struggle to find one's place in the world. However, the singer's refusal to give up and determination to make a change is a message of hope and inspiration.


Line by Line Meaning

I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right
The wind sometimes brings back memories of plans I made with someone.


And I'm so sick of wanting all the things I'm haunted by
I'm tired of wanting things that remind me of something painful from my past.


My sympathy goes to the oldest joke that's survived another year
I feel sorry for old jokes that continue to be told year after year without ever getting new punchlines.


I wonder where I'm going from where I'm at I wonder why I'm still here.
I often question what my purpose is and why I'm still in the same place I've been for a while.


The writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don't Console me anymore while I'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor.
The graffiti on the subway walls reminds me of the hurtful words someone said to me, but now I'm no longer comforted by those same words when I can't sleep at night.


I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here this is my last chance to disappear.
I consider myself lucky to have one more opportunity to leave this place for good.


I think I may freeze on the last Days of summertime. the local papers always opened up to obituaries And engagements cause I keep track of all the fresh starts and he dying famous
I fear that I might not make it out before summer ends. I usually check the newspaper to see who's died and who's starting a new life, including those who are famous.


And there's a halo of second-hand smoke underneath the summer stars Along with conversations we had on this subway car. the writing on the subway Walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore while I'm lying Wide awake on my bedroom floor.
I remember the conversations we had on this subway train under the stars, but now I associate the graffiti on subway walls with hurt instead of comfort when I can't sleep.


Remember when, when you said, You said take these words and do what you want with them. the writing on the subway Walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore, while I'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor.
I recall someone telling me to take their words and use them however I want, but now those same words no longer bring me comfort when I can't sleep.


I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here this is my last Chance to disappear. I'm the lucky one, i;m getting out of here, I think I may freeze on the last days of summertime.
I feel fortunate to have this chance to leave for good, and I worry that I might not make it out in time before summer ends.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Christopher Demakes, Louis James Schaub, Peter John Wasilewski, Rogerio Lima Manganelli, Vincent Phillip Fiorello

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