If you keep your options open
There are places you will go
They will treat you like the kings and queens
Your parents thought you'd be when you were born
You'd see it all, with your head up standing tall
And you'd look back and think it's funny
How you spent your time and money
In this world
Living in this perfect world
Everyone can write a song
Let me tell you mister
You should always talk to strangers
'Cause you never really know the brilliant things that you might hear
Like all of the fall of civilizations caused far off constellations
Or we all aren't really here, we're just quantum sized good vibrations
In this world
Living in this perfect world
Even strangers sing along
If you keep your options open
There are places you will go
It might be hell, it might be heaven
Might be nothing, maybe something else
Who knows?
I can't really say for sure
'Cause I've never really been dead before
But I guess someday I'll know it
Or perhaps maybe I won't
Oh, in this world
Living in this perfect world
Oh, in this world
Living in this perfect world
None of us will ever die (alright)