You Ain’t That Young Kid Hamilton Leithauser & Rostam

On the first night in June
In a very crowded room
The band was going on
When you told me we were done
So I couldn't play that song
'Cause I wrote it about you
Yeah it always seems to come back to you

But I don't have to tell you
'Cause you've heard it all by now
I'm just one single voice in a choir
You won't hear me anymore
Just a bassist thumbing a tune
But that rumble reminds me of you

All the flash, all the fire
All the foggy drinks perspired
We were tucked into a booth
In a far corner of the room
And the music is loud
And it's just bringing me down
'Cause I know that I lost you

The parking lot was dark
And I walked out of the bar
Found some folks hanging around
And we're on some highway now
And the windows are down
And I never felt so sad
So I just tried not to think about you
Oh the final spot of sunlight
Is dying on the dash
On some way too long road with some way too young folks
If the man that you knew
Honestly wasn't me
Tell me honey: who could that be?