Pulp of Youth - The Growlers

The pop don’t sound the same no more

When I pull the cork

Never about the taste before

It was a hunt for sport

A sea of fading faces

I was stupid and proud

Eyes as sharp as knives

Cut me out of the crowd

Wine still cheap and red

Eyes still deep and true

Glasses raise again

Drink to the pulp of youth

Climb the vine again, my friend

Not everybody makes it

Casualties of some plot

Not a pro just a lucky one

To make it out of the line

A sea of fading faces

I was stupid and loud

Her eyes as sharp as knives

Cut me out of the crowd

Blood still hot and red

Eyes still deep and true

Glasses raise again

Drink to the pulp of youth

Til our time is due

I’ll be on the vine with you

As it was in the pulp of youth

Who was the picker

Who is to say

And does it even matter

The lucky ones come up when the sun sinks down

High on laughter

A thousand fading faces

I was stupid and proud

Eyes as sharp as knives

Cut me out of the crowd

Wine still cheap and red

Eyes still deep and true

Glasses raise again

Drink to the pulp of youth

Til our time is due

I’ll be on the vine with you

As it was in the pulp of youth