Dinner At Eight In The Suburbs

This is the proper place where I'm growing older without grace
 And all of the people seem contented with the urban routine
 'cause the backdrop fell on my closing evening
 And the actresses left for the farewell party
 And I left the timberline for oil slicks and parking fines
 And I found that its too late to read you the lease at 113A Ellis
 All the punker kids need to be home by 7
 Cause there's dinner at eight in the suburbs
 With sister and father and mother
 I wanted to end it there, to save myself for once and for all
 But it turns out, its not that good
 Now I'm stuck, summer turns to fall
 This is the proper place where I'm growing older without grace
 And all of the people seem contented with the urban routine