This is a story
It’s a true story
It’s a long story
It’s one of those blah, blah, blah, blah stories
And the first five lines of this story
Are definitely a lie

Now I don’t want to complain
‘cause I know where you’re from
but your boss he asked if I’m satisfied
and I think you’re barely done

I told him you could have done a better job
But the car still drives ok
He said you can’t find people to work with their
Hands, and he sent me on my way

As I drive down the highway
Driving my 88
They’ll soon be no one left to keep her running in this state
And the state she’s in is nothing like she used to be before
They’ll soon be no one left to keep things running anymore

Tony came from Portugal
He arrived at seventeen
He learned to speak the language opened a shop
And raised his family in between
His son never helped him in the store
He said, “TV repair is not for me”
“I’m gonna make my living off this computer just
like every one does dad you see.”

And as I try to watch this video
I’ve got no one to call
‘Cause the screen is white with voices

But there is no picture at all
And Tony’s TV closed and circuit city won’t repair
But you might as well buy something new once
You’re already there

An old man said “hey kid”
“You don’t know what it was like back then”
Christ, I never thought at 34, I’d earn the right to say
“I remember when”

But maybe that’s just how things go
They get faster every day
If you’re not keeping up with the times
Then are you just getting in the way?
Or could it be we need people like me
To help slow things down
Like an anchor in a storm
We tend to cling to solid ground
Or maybe we should cast ourselves on currents and the tides
Who cares where we’re going
We’re just in it for the ride

I don’t want to complain
No, I guess that’s a lie
I like to sit and bitch and play my guitar
While time passes by