While we're on the subject Could we change the subject now? I was knocking on your ear's door but you were always out Looking towards the future We were begging for the past Well...we knew we had the good things But those never seemed to last Oh please just last
Everyone's unhappy Everyone's ashamed Well...we all just got caught looking at somebody else's page Well...nothing ever went Quite exactly as we planned Our ideas held no water But we used them like a damn
Oh, and we carried it all so well As if we got a new position Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell Saying yes, this is a fine promotion Oh, and I laugh all the way to...hell
Of course everyone goes crazy Over such and such and such We...made ourselves a tiller We just used it as a crutch We were certainly uncertain At least I'm pretty sure I am Well...we didn't need the water But we just...built..that...go...god...damn...
Oh, and I know this of myself I assume as much for other people Oh, and I know this of myself We've listened more to life's end gong Than the sound of life's sweet...bliss
Was it ever worth it? Was there all that much to gain? Well we knew we missed the boat And we'd already missed the plane We...didn't read the invite We just dance at our wake All our favorites were playing So we could...shake...shake...shake...shake...shake...
Tiny curtains open and we heard...the tiny clap of little hands... A tiny...man would tell a little joke and get a...tiny laugh from all the folks... Sitting drifting around in bubbles and...thinking...it was us that carried them... When we...finally got it figured out that we had...truly missed the boat...
Oh, and we carried it all so well As if we got a new position Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves But not the skills to make a shelf with Oh, what useless tools ourselves