Everyone I know has assembled here for my final goodbye People I haven't conversed with in years & those who'd thought I'd died
But I'm not ready, I saw the world yesterday and found I'm on a dot on a map There's all this talk amongst us all of settling but I don't think I am ready for that
I know in a few months I'll take back this song and praise the new one that I love But give her time and then she will be gone; I won't know what I was talking of
'Cause no one's ready to love a problematic kid A schizophrenic mess from the start One day he'll tell you that it's you who makes his world And the next he'll say you tore it apart
Love and luck are similar But we seem to need love just to get by Now I'm beginning to see all the beauties of being alone this time But how long will this last, I don't know