Every time I forget I did one decent thing, you could just sigh and play that song again. Like every time I forget music means anything, remind me how it saved your life in high school. Every time I forget, every time I forget remind me. Remind me that, one day, when the wheels fall off and the weeds crawl up through the parking lots where we parked our hearts ‘til we almost forgot and we’re face to face with the heroes we’re not, I hope we count among the decent things we’ve got. Na na na na. Na na na na. Na na na Naaaaaaa. All this water spills and it flows downhill between the floor and the ceiling below, like some of the secrets only you and I know. And if that’s as good as it gets, just one decent thing at a time, I’ll remember yours, if you remember mine. Every time I forget, every time I forget remind me. Remind me that, one day, when the wheels fall off and the weeds crawl up through the parking lots where we parked our hearts ‘til we almost forgot and we’re face to face with the heroes we’re not, I hope we count among the decent things we’ve got. Na na na na. ‘Cause we don’t choose the fate of the Earth, but maybe we can decide that we won’t eat dirt and leave something decent for the ones we love. The ones we love, the ones we love and the ones we tried to, maybe we tried hard enough, to you, I say, “Goodbye my dears, and good luck. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye and good luck!”

Words and music by Chris Hayward.

LISA: harmony, bass; STEVE: electric guitar; CHRIS: lead vocals, electric guitar, bass; GRAEME: harmony, electric guitar, tambourine; PEYTON: violin; GREG: drums.