| Well, the future’s got me worried, such awful thoughts
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| My head’s a carousel of pictures
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| The spinning never stops
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| I just want someone to walk in front
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| And I’ll follow the leader
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| Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush
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| Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs
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| I almost forgot who I was, but came to my senses
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| Now I’m trying to be assertive, I’m making plans, want to rise to the occasion,
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| yeah, meet all their demands
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| But all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers
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| Yeah, I know I should be brave
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| But I’m just too afraid of all this change
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| And it’s hard to focus through all this doubt
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| I keep making this «To Do"list but nothing gets crossed out
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| Working on the record seems pointless now
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| When the world ends, who’s gonna hear it?
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| Well I’m trying to take some comfort in written words
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| Yeah, Tim I heard your album and it’s better than good
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| When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together
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| 'Cause I’ve been feeling sentimental for days gone by All those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting our time
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| Remember all those songs and the way we smiled, in those basements made of music
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| But now I’ve got to crawl
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| To get anywhere at all
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| I’m not as strong as I thought
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| So when I’m lost in a crowd
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| I hope that you’ll pick me out
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| Oh, how I, I long to be found
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| The grass grew high, I laid down
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| Now I, wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand
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| I’ve been laying so low
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| Don’t wanna lay here no more
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| Don’t wanna lay here no more
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| Don’t wanna lay here no more
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| Don’t wanna lay here no more
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| No more… more…
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| But if everything that happens is supposed to be And it’s all predetermined, can’t change your destiny
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| I guess I’ll just keep moving, someday, maybe, I’ll get to where I’m going |