Oh, you never learned the "whens" and "wheres" and "whys"

And I still believe that you were dying to be everything

To everyone and for all time

Ah, the golden boy--did you stop trying?



Did it turn out stale, or did it simply lose its wonder?

Could you hold it up from out and under?

Does the distance seem to dim-dumb-dim your memory?

Does the distance seem to fell the hunger?



Chorus:

So you're left with your thoughts and where do you go

Out the window or an open door

And once you believed they could keep you awake--

It's so deceiving.

So you talk to yourself and what do you know

You answer back with a "Don't say so"

And once you believed you had something to say...

It's so deceiving.



So, you never learned the way to hold a crowd

And it turns out now that you were dying to be everything

To everyone and for all time

Ah, the golden boy--did you stop trying?



(repeat chorus)