1955 (feat. Montaigne and Tom Thum)

Time moves a little slower here

The paint peels 'cause the summers here are so severe

And we're nowhere near, nowhere you would know of

Locals here pride, they show up just to show off

Old men take a load off just to watch the day go by

Philosophizin' with their friends like they're Plato

They prophesize on the bench by the main road, right

They got advice, I'm like "Ay, yo, if you say so, guys"

But what do they know? Fox News got 'em lit

They're shook 'cause fundamentalists the new communists

Old girl with a shoppin' list, clutch her handbag close

I'm like, "Damn, ma'am, Dan, this old bag has jokes"

'Cause I'm a gentlemen, but then again, most of us are

First name basis in the bank, the post office, the bar

The grocer, the park, so lady, I ain't tryna grab your pension

The old men on the bench hum

Well, let's go, let's go

We're livin' in the days when everybody's sayin' what a time to be alive

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the Cold War, Cold War

It gets so quiet at night

Like, ah, martial law took a hold y'all, '55

Time moves a little slower here

Day feels like a week, a weekend feels like it could go a year

And we're nowhere near nothing, man, it's so true

I don't tell 'em where I'm from, I tell 'em where I'm close to

And I can go through an atlas and show you on a map, but

You'd still look me sideways and treat me like I'm backwards

But that's just fine, it so happens I'm

Happy livin' in a city that is trapped in time

While you're lined up in traffic, I'm not

Panicked by transit, I'm back in time

For a TV dinner and an early night

'Cause we get dressed to travel, got an early flight

Been doin' laps of the Earth, we're doin' laps of the sun

Tryna put where I'm at on the map 'cause where I'm from

We never get a mention, but all that and then some

Once again, the old men on the bench hum

Well, let's go, let's go

We're livin' in the days when everybody's sayin' what a time to be alive

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the Cold War, Cold War

It gets so quiet at night

Like, ah, martial law took a hold y'all, '55

Where I go, where I go, this will always be home, no matter

Where I go, where I go, this will always be home, no matter

Where I go, where I go, this will always be home, no matter

Where I go, where I go, this will always be home

Well, Montaigne, let's go

We're livin' in the days when everybody's sayin' what a time to be alive

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the Cold War, Cold War

It gets so quiet at night

Like, ah, martial law took a hold y'all, '55