Jack Johnson - Tape Deck

From my tape deck there's a recklessness Inflections of the world we want All my friends, my rusty truck We’re just specs of love, directionless We’ll call this band just what we want We can change the name from month to month Four guitars and zero drums We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk In a world post punk My friend had an old guitar He took some lessons, didn't get very far An Ibanez with one knob stuck Said you can have that thing for fifty bucks Loren got a bass but he got no amp We borrowed Skill's, we never gave it back Luke was just learning how to strum But since he was the worst We made him play the drums You may find in the palm Of your hand there’s a flame As it burns, as it climbs As it turns to a blaze Well this flame, it won’t last Here it comes, hold it close Because this blaze can be fast Set it free now there it goes Luke's mom said that after school We could rehearse in the living room But that sure didn't last too long Guess she didn't know we played Fugazi songs Play these songs in the talent show And all of the girls will be in the front row But in the end we just chickened out Because we can't sing, we can only shout Only shhhhhhh…. You may find in the palm Of your hand there’s a flame As it burns, as it climbs As it turns to a blaze Well this flame, it won’t last Here it comes, hold it close Well this blaze can be fast Set it free now there it goes