| I saw an old friend the other day | 
| Been a while since I’d seen his face | 
| He never settled for second best | 
| He stood at the top looking down on the rest | 
| Oh, it’s not real | 
| Oh, it’s not real | 
| He always seemed to have faith | 
| But now the light had begun to fade | 
| And he was stuck in a fight within | 
| Couldn’t come back down from where he’d been | 
| On the otherside, on the otherside | 
| Shit’s always better on the otherside | 
| On the otherside, on the otherside | 
| There’s nothing over there on the otherside | 
| I saw my old friend the other day | 
| Hardly recognized his face | 
| I did my best trying to pretend | 
| But I could see that he’d reached the end | 
| He said, «Do me a favor and don’t look back | 
| Or sit around thinkin' bout what you don’t have» | 
| On the otherside, on the otherside | 
| Shit’s always better on the otherside | 
| On the otherside, on the otherside | 
| There’s nothing over there on the otherside | 
| Oh, it’s not real | 
| Oh, it’s not real | 
| On the otherside, on the otherside | 
| Shit’s always better on the otherside | 
| On the otherside, on the otherside | 
| There’s nothing over there on the otherside | 
| Now my friend’s no longer here | 
| I still remember his words so clear | 
| Do me a favor and don’t look back | 
| Look up around and see what you have |