I read the paper just the other day. About a buddy of mine who headed to an early grave. They say he went in his sleep. With a smile on his face. Bet he was dreaming 'bout those better days. When the crash of the drums. Hit like the waves on a beach. That cheap bass and guitar and our wildest dreams. We were searching for a savior like anybody else. Trying to save ourselves from ourselves. Chorus:. Just a garage band. We weren't alive. We were livin' in Garageland. Our parents all held jobs but we had other plans. We acted like our heroes. They just didn't understand. We were never afraid to fall. It was us and those four walls. Chorus:. Just a Garage band. We weren't alive. We were livin' in Garageland. Nothing else felt so right. Just us those guitars. And a Saturday night. Chorus:. Just a Garage band. We weren't alive. We were livin' in Garageland. Nothing else felt so right. Just us those guitars