You make me wonder about being imaginative
Give more or less a better or worse reason to live
We’ve tried over and over again to convince reason and rhyme to lend a hand
Too distracted by the golden boy trying to be everybody’s friend.
I’m living in yesterday trying to make something of tomorrow
It looks like we’ve made it past the golden years
I’m crawling on my hand and knees, looking for more to beg and borrow