When I get to the bottom of it I sink
 Seems like nothing I said
 Ever meant anything
 But a headline over my head
 Thought I made a stand
 only made a scene
 There's no feast for the underfed
 All the unknown, dying or dead
 Keep showing up in my dreams
 They stand at the end of my bed
 Have I ever really helped anyone but myself
 To believe in the power of songs
 To believe in the power of girls
 Though the point were making is gone
 Played stripped down to my bone
 
I'll shut up and carry on
 The scream becomes a yawn
 
Our parents daughters and sons
 Believed in the power of songs
 What if those days are gone
 My memory is strong
 Anyone not dying is dead
 And baby it won't be long
 So shut up and carry on
 The scream becomes a yawn
 
I'll shut up and carry on
 The scream becomes a yawn
 
Baby where ever you are, baby whatever you do
 Faster than you think, time staggers on