Lyrics

There goes my phone again, it follows me everywhere I can’t get away

Satellites tracking every move I make



The TV is always on, recording me shit even when I’m not at home

Next to the guitar that I used to play



If I could go back to another time, I’d save the day the music died

Back in 1959

A giant collection of 45s, up all night checking out the b-sides

Back in 1959



Traffic’s backed up again, it costs a small fortune just to live near the city

This tank of gas just cost me a fifty



I don’t go out at night, the clubs are playing music that I don’t recognize

Computers write these songs for free



If I could go back to another time, I’d save the day the music died

Back in 1959

A drive in movie cost a buck o five, when rock n roll was still in its prime

Back in 1959



In 1959, I’ll find a girl who might even get me

In 1959, we’ll make out in the back of my Chevy



There goes my phone again, teenager in love doesn’t come in a ring tone

I sing that song whenever I’m alone



Traffic’s backed up again, are there any stations further left on the dial

Anything but noise on the radio?



If I could go back to another time, I’d save the day the music died

Back in 1959

Ritchie Valens, Buddy Holly and I, would have made it to that concert just fine

back in 1959