Music & Lyrics: John Popper



I 've really got to clean up my room

You know its been so long since I've seen my floor

It's getting kind of scary in fact I suspect

That when I finally clear away I won't know her anymore

How we'll have grown so far apart

From those early days with the fresh new start

So in the end it won't matter at all

So why should I bother with the rise and the fall

So I quietly lay back down

And watch TV



But these are the things we tell ourselves

Eventual stories designed to amuse

It's a game we play and we play it well

In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose

So we can keep hiding

So we can survive

And keep on believing

Someday we'll go outside & drive

Gonna go outside & drive...



I have resolved not to leave my house

Till my floor comes back and my room is clean

So I'm really kind of glad that my TV's here

While I concoct my plan to fulfill my dream

Now won't that be wonderful when I'll finally be done

You know I just can't wait for it then I'll start to have fun

It's getting hard lately to concentrate

All my appointments cancelled cause I'm horribly late

You know I think I need a prison

In order to dream of being free



But these are the things we tell ourselves

Eventual stories designed to amuse

It's a game we play and we play it well

In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose

So we can keep hiding

So we can survive

And keep on believing

Someday we'll go outside & drive

Gonna go outside & drive...



Now weeks have gone by and my room's not done

In fact I could say that it's gotten much worse

Amongst the crumpled letters the mood's quite perverse

But I got a new TV with a remote control

Styrofoam and instructions fill the hole

Where I once cleared a path where I once blazed a trail

To the bathroom, but I fear that a nail

Is buried there no so I step very rarely

And try not to get out of bed



You know tomorrow I'll get up and I'll walk out my door

And life will return to the way that it was

But I think I'm getting sick I'd better give it a day

It mustn't get a foothold, but it usually does

So I'll sit right here till I'm old and gray

I need my rest after all I'm wasting away

And I just saw a cockroach crawl out of my sneaker

I think he's biding his time till I get somewhat weaker

Things could still turn out alright

As long as I'm not dead

As long as I'm...

I'm...I'm not...

I'm not dead, no I'm not dead



But these are the things we tell ourselves

Eventual stories designed to amuse

It's a game we play and we play it well

In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose

So we can keep hiding

So we can survive

And keep on believing

Someday we'll go outside & drive

Gonna go outside & drive

What's it like outside