This isn't coming from your stereo

It isn't playing on the radio

When MySpace is offline I won't be all that hard to find

Close your eyes



Young punk dreaming of a studio

Setting up shop in Ontario

Spending all his time the only way he know

But he's moving too slow



Joined a band and man they had soul

They made themselves truly visible

But he had to go and jump down the rabbit hole

To find the rock to his roll



Found a girl, thought he'd settle down

Nobody thought he'd ever make another sound

But the voices in his head were getting much too loud

So he wrote it all down



He ventured all alone into the night

When all he really craved was the morning light

And the computer that he stared at washed away his sight

He nearly gave up the fight



Slipped into a temple as a wanderer

He's hoping to walk out of there a warrior

For now he sings his tunes like a biographer

Not in the first but the third