And so they say, so they say: "But you won't understand the workings of This world with your head buried in the sand" And so I say: "But there's so much to do? And the graveness of the situation is shadowed by my ineptitude" There's nothing like the moon to hide the sun We're forced to use the lamp post to guide us home We thought we'd last forever, we were wrong We walk home through the night time Singing songs, 'cause there's no forever Trust the fact that everything is relative Trust the fact that nobody will ever say: "Fine" The brain is all there is to the mind But life is not a waste of your time This is no lament, it's suspension of belief It's analyzing everything to justify a means "Keep God out of firehouse" was written down by my house Ten foot letters on a concrete wall Did the priest mind? Well not at all If he has to pick and choose well then his ethics are his There's nothing like your brain to spoil the Fun, but you must keep living until you're done This was all in effort to feel alive If anybody sings this into the night It'll live forever Etch my name in a tree so passers-by are Aware that I once lived a life without a care A single set of footprints just to prove that I was there Well you're lookin' at me while I'm lookin' at you When will you realize, son, you're singing to an empty room?