Sometimes you may rely on old familiar things You may find yourself wandering through the streets To wrap a version of the past around The city like a cast so the walls don't crash down All the boys and girls still filling up the bars Drink until they close and stumble home through the dark Anticipating their next move, where to? Sleep is for the dead; the night is for you We will go on We will get by With or without We will survive We will go on We will get by We will survive Industry is turning over Modern love is cold and sober Try don't try Cry don't cry Sometimes you may rely on institutions Or paint the town with careless resolutions You already have all the solutions When the moment comes where you realize You've turned into something you don't recognize All the walls come crashing down It's all right Cry don't cry Try don't try