I've got high mileage, But I'm still smiling some This engine's broke down, And every part looks old when it's still young Walked our old neighborhood And passed the place you stood With those ultimatums That saved me every time I lost my head But you can't figure it out Anymore than I can now - We're both still stuck in the sound Of the echoes of our dreams From back before we had the means To stomp them out Friends came and passed by On an assembly line We built them up then Sent them off to market somewhere else So what is it worth then? To build an argument For what the truth is, When no one ever gets there in the end? All our friends still live there in my head And they can't figure it out Anymore than we can now - We're all still stuck in the sound Of the echoes of our dreams From back before we had the means To stomp them out We're all still stuck in the sound...