Walking past the alma mater
Thinking back to the days when we felt like fodder
Thinking back now couldn't be any odder
Next thing you'll know, we'll have sons and daughters
Preaching that the devil hath wrought us

But all we do is bare witness to the night
And I'm becoming increasingly aware
There's no reason to put up a fight

All we do is bare witness to the night
Winter took a hike

We are the ministers of the 3 a.m. sermon
Dedicated to middle class suburban men
With too much time on their hands
Yes, Compton Ct. is just around the bend
But our loudest thoughts on politics and economics
Will never be the reprimand

Yes all we do is bare witness to the night
And I'm becoming increasingly aware
We are not the ones who decide what is right

All we do is bare witness to the night
Winter took a hike

Someone surely thinks we are all deranged
Dynamics of conversation all the same
Some people you can just talk to until the end of days
Some people just revel in the strange

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I remember when we bore witness
To another night
It was supposed to be the end of the world
And we can only pretend to be immortal
For the rest of our lives

And the Battle Between Winter and Spring
Caught us in the act of existing
Sometimes it seems the grass is only green
On the other side of East Lansing

They say you can't escape from the past
Well maybe we left it under the walking bridge
Or on the bench by the hiding ridge
Places we have often been

And the Battle Between Winter and Spring
Caught us in the act of existing (I can't believe this is happening)
Sometimes it seems the grass is only green (I think I need a change of scenery)
On the other side of East Lansing

Someone surely thinks we are all deranged
Dynamics of conversation all the same
Some people you can just talk to
Others revel in the strange
Me, I don't know when to turn the page