She grew up and turned out
Nothing like she had ever expected
When she reflects
She thinks about her Barbies and dresses
29
Doing time on the edge of her bed
Laughing to herself
About the big tattoo on her forehead
She was innocent
But she was close to the edge
One more step and she
Probably woulda been dead
It's ironic how she got here
But she's glad to be alive
She says to herself
How does this happen?
How does this happen?
How does this happen?
How do we know?
Lying in his deathbed
He looks around in disbelief
He made it to 100
But this is strange don't ya think?
The people around him
He's only known for 30 years
He takes one of his last breaths
And he says life was weird
Where's the first wife?
The childhood best friend?
When he was 20
He used to imagine the end
The people, the faces
Of the people he knew back then
But oh well
Life was so good
He says
How does this happen?
How does this happen?
How does this happen?
How do we know?
How does this happen?
How does this happen?
How does this happen?
How do we know?
Yeah
Play music
Turn it up loud
After so many years
Hearing lost and found
To have been
He's learned to sign
But he wants to cry
Without the music in his head
He said he coulda survived
He writes albums a day
That will never be heard
Not even by him
Isn't that a shame
He knows it's life
And wonders past
He still has his pass
And now he doesn't have to listen
To anyone
To anyone
How do we know?
How does this happen?
How does this happen?
How does this happen?
How do we know?
Know
I'll wait for you
In the dark
Where no one else can find us
I'll be watching
I'll be waiting here for you