I keep looking at the night sky, trying to come to resolutions About the purpose of my life or some evil institution But I always end up sitting with my head in my hands saying "I guess there are a few things I'll never understand." I met a girl on an airplane, I think her name was Maggie, And we talked for a little while It was the realest conversation I'd had in months I don't know what it is about me But I always think my good friends would be better off without me So I'll leave Maybe I'll move to Alaska And live like a poet But know that I don't know shit, no In ten years, I'll be dead Or in a cubicle And I don't know which one scares me more I don't know which one scares me more Don't give up on me 'til I do I think I'll know when it's that time So I'll leave Maybe I'll move to Alaska And live like a poet But know that I don't know shit, no In ten years, I'll be dead Or in a cubicle And I don't know which one scares me more I don't know which one scares me more