I get up every day, go down every night,
I thought there was a way, to win the restless fight.
A friend once sang to me, every little thing is gonna’ be alright,
I hadn’t the heart to tell him, that someday he’d learn he wasn’t right.
Bit my tongue, held my breath,
Hoped for a hand to shake me from death,
But it was nothing, nothing that kept me feeling like that spaceman
Sitting in his tin can.
I took a pen, wondering where to begin,
Started writing, and presented my life with a little spin,
Placed rose petals along my path, made myself one that would win,
Found love, she bestowed her charm, the world’s greatest sin.
And then I crumpled it, tore it in pieces, realized I was crass,
Discovered I’m the lunatic on the grass,
Remembering, games, and daisy chains and laughs,
That I was one lonely, forgotten jackass.
So I’ll play the part, and watch the day divide,
Alone and conquered, while everyone else’s eyes are wide,
I never listened to any ploys and so no one ever lied,
And now I board the train alone, and make it the best goddamn ride.