Vampire Weekend

Diane Young

You torched a Saab like a pile of leaves
I’d gone to find some better wheels
4, 5 meters running round the bend
When the government agents surround you again

If Diane Young won’t change your mind,
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time

  Out of control but you’re playing a role
Do you think you can go til the 18th hole
Or will you flip-flop the day of the championship?
Try to go it alone on your own for a bit

If Diane Young won’t change your mind,
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time

  Irish and proud, baby, naturally
But you got the luck of a Kennedy
So grab the wheel and keep holding it tight
Til you’re tottering off into that good night

If Diane Young won’t change your mind,
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time

  Nobody knows what the future holds
And it’s bad enough just getting old
Live my life in self-defense
You know I love the past cuz I hate suspense

If Diane Young won’t change your mind,
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time

Step

Back, back, way back
I used to front like Angkor Wat, Mechanicsburg, Anchorage and Dar es Salaam
While home in New York was champagne and disco
Tapes from LA/San Francisco
But actually Oakland and not Alameda
Your girl was in Berkeley with her communist reader
Mine was entombed within boombox and Walkman
I was a hoarder but girl, that was back then

The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones

I’m stronger now, I’m ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can’t do it alone, I can’t do it alone

Ancestors told me that their girl was better
She’s richer than Croesus, she’s tougher than leather
I just ignored all the tales of a past life
Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife
And punks who would laugh when they saw us together
Well they didn’t know how to dress for the weather
I can still see them there huddled on Astor
Snow falling slow to the sound of the Master

CHORUS

Wisdom’s a gift but you’d trade it for youth
Age is an honor – it’s still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she’s gone and I can’t resurrect her
The truth is she doesn’t need me to protect her
We know the true death – the true way of all flesh
Everyone’s dying but girl – you’re not old yet

CHORUS