(Verse 1)
Becky's now pushing fifty, maybe even more
She's got one kid in college and one slamming the door
She traded her minivan for a sensible CUV
But sometimes she looks at it and wishes it was a Z
She found a gray hair and decided to go wild
Got a tattoo of a band she liked as a child
Her knees creak louder than the attic floor
And her back-pain pads just don’t cut it anymore
(Chorus)
She's not a punk rocker, she’s a mom who’s lost her way
Trying to get her mojo back, a little more each day
She's listening to some indie band her kids put on
And thinking, "What happened to all the songs of my dawn?"
And all her heroes, they're retired or they're gone
And the new ones just sound like a different, boring song
Yeah, all the bands she loved are tributes now
And she's a little bit of a tribute herself, somehow
(Verse 2)
She signed up for yoga, then Pilates, and then Spin
But the only thing she lost was the will to begin
She tried to start a podcast, a true crime one
But she fell asleep during the research, the episode was never done
She saw a post that said "Gen X is making a comeback!"
And she thought to herself, "Well, that's just a hack!"
'Cause you never left, you just got tired and slow
And you're not in the limelight, you're just on the low
(Chorus)
She's not a punk rocker, she’s a mom who’s lost her way
Trying to get her mojo back, a little more each day
She's listening to some indie band her kids put on
And thinking, "What happened to all the songs of my dawn?"
And all her heroes, they're retired or they're gone
And the new ones just sound like a different, boring song
Yeah, all the bands she loved are tributes now
And she's a little bit of a tribute herself, somehow
(Bridge)
Sometimes she thinks about how far she's come
From that kid in the crowd, feeling like she was the one
To a woman in a cubicle, with a spreadsheet for a friend
She can see the beginning, but she can't see the end
She wants to go on a trip, somewhere far and new
Just a change of scenery, something to break on through
But her boss just called and the dog's got to eat
And she's got laundry to fold, and a thousand things to beat
(Guitar Solo - A faster, more frantic and desperate-sounding solo this time)
(Chorus)
She's not a punk rocker, she’s a mom who’s lost her way
Trying to get her mojo back, a little more each day
She's listening to some indie band her kids put on
And thinking, "What happened to all the songs of my dawn?"
And all her heroes, they're retired or they're gone
And the new ones just sound like a different, boring song
Yeah, all the bands she loved are tributes now
And she's a little bit of a tribute herself, somehow
(Outro)
She's still got the CDs, and the band shirts are worn thin
She still loves the feeling of that rebel from within
She might not be punk rock, but she's still got the soul
And a whole lot of ibuprofen, just to make her feel whole.
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