Coming of Age

This is the moment
When things start to make sense.
Idealistic things left behind
By changing rules and mirrored perspectives
As we got older.

Embarking of airplanes. Freeways. Speedways.
To find ourselves a better life.
The road slurring a plea
For us to come home.

The world is upside down.
To realize, we turn it around until
We reach far off destinations.
This cycle never ends, but
I knew everything would be alright.

(from the discography of Death Cab for Cutie)