Parking lot philosopers, telling all their lies
Talk about our master plans while another night ticks slowly by
Telling every single story, even making up a few 
Sharing all our deep opinions even on things we never knew

Chorus
Everything’s going to be all right
It’s just the rhythm of suburban life
All along the crooked roads
Of two car garage and perfect homes

Not much between us but the rhythm of the day
Who can score the beers tonight with the remaining cash that we got paid
We won’t have a lot in common, if we meet again
But now we’re thrown together, so right now that makes us friends

Chorus
Everything’s going to be all right
It’s just the rhythm of suburban life
All along the crooked roads
Of two car garage and perfect homes
Everything’s going to be all right
It’s just the rhythm of suburban life
All along the crooked roads
Of two car garage and broken homes

Nowhere to go, but we got lots to do
Nowhere to go, and I want to go with you
Nowhere to go, but we got lots to do
Nowhere to go, and I want to go with you...but not tonight.

Never been outside the city or beyond the county line
It’s a final destination - lifetime sentence for apart-time crime

Chorus
Everything’s going to be all right
It’s just the rhythm of suburban life
All along the crooked roads
Of two car garage and perfect homes
Everything’s going to be all right
It’s just the rhythm of suburban life
All along the crooked roads
Of two car garage and broken homes

Nowhere to go, but we got lots to do
Nowhere to go, and I want to go with you
Nowhere to go, but we got lots to do
Nowhere to go, and I want to go with you...but not tonight.
But not tonight, but not tonight, but not tonight, suburban life.