I feel like Buddy Holly just seconds before the crash,
Or Neal Cassady waiting patiently on the tracks,
But the plane never hits and the train never comes,
I just wait with this pain in my brain and my lungs.

I feel like I die when each song has to end,
But I wake up each morning when the sun hits the van again,
I stare at my feet and I blink at my hands and say,
"If you can't keep doing this, man, I understand."

I understand
I understand
I understand
I understand

So is this growing up? Is this becoming a man?
Yea, everything's changed but it all looks like a scam,
And this time I'm confused and I don't have a plan,
I'm losing my purpose and I don't understand!

I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

I understand
I understand
I understand
I understand