The Strokes | Ode To The Mets

Gone now are the old times
Forgotten, time to hold on the railing
The Rubik's Cube isn't solving for us
Old friends, long forgotten
They all wait at the bottom of
The ocean now has swallowed

The only thing that's left is us
So pardon the silence that you're hearing
Is turnin' into a deafening
Painful, shameful roar