At the turn of the century We were all in the past We were half of us dreamers Who love the other half And some married the message And some carried the news And some stayed on the border, the unfortunate few Am I wasting my time? Am I wasting my time? In a bottle of bruises On the words and the rhymes The true length of a lie Is a list of excuses And it's measuring up just to do or to die ♪ I don't know where the time goes When it isn't here At the eve of the hour, was I even there? We swore we were better And we were going somewhere A generational fever on the fabric of a fear Oh, I know what I know now I left the water for the fire show I clean swept it I high tailed it from the tide But that's no victory to declare; I did not notice love was there I turned a corner unaware and love had died ♪ Oh, I'm turned around on a dime and spinning all the time I threw it all out on the table; drew it all out on the line I've got a million regrets and I'm sorry for everything I've ever done sometimes But it's nowhere near sunset; baby, we've got years yet Baby, we've got years Baby, we've got years Baby, we've got years