Beyond the Pines

When I first met you We were young enough to post up in the street A couple deadbeats in denial And when the sun set We stayed up 'til dawn—it kept us on our feet We must've walked a million miles But then every last step went up in smoke That you blew in my face until I choked I would swallow my pride if I could clear my throat What if you felt hopeless And that's when I got mean? Maybe that's the reason we don't speak And what if no one told us It wasn't meant to be? What if you were broken just like me? When I copped my drop-top, I would drive You'd stand on my front seat To find that place beyond the pines And when the car stopped We would learn to fly up high above the trees But for what I searched, I couldn't find And the radio dial was turned down low Because we didn't need the audio The serenity taught me everything I know What if you felt hopeless And that's when I got mean? Maybe that's the reason we don't speak And what if no one told us It wasn't meant to be? What if you were broken just like me? Just like me Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Well, this dragged on and on for years to come With a taste so bittersweet But I'd rather play pretend Than live upon my knees What if I got reckless Just so I could see What it's like to wake up on your feet? And what if you read Sartre? Condemned to be free What if you were broken just like me?