Overgrown|that's the state I'm in|Yeah, the weeds are taller|than they've ever been|And, the burnt out lights|have lost their shine|The only light that's left|Comes from the highway signs||And so it seems|All our dreams now|have slowly turned to rust|Just like|that old car out in the yard|Well I guess|we've lost sight of all|the things that make us smile|You've got to admit|Its been awhile||The paints worn|and the colors fade|There's an old Buick|that we got on trade|The eaves are hollow|there's a nest of birds|When the neighbors argue|you can hear every word||And so it seems|All our dreams now|have slowly turned to rust|Just like|that old car out in the yard|Well I guess|we've lost sight of all|the things that make us smile|You've got to admit|Its been awhile||Overgrown|that's the state we're in