Reminding me of when we got along
 They're only renting time and space to fill up with their dreams
 And dreams are what they'll have when they have gone
 How could it be that I was born without a clue to carry on
 And still it is the same now I am older
 Armed with just a will and then this love for singing songs
 And minding less and less if I am colder

 But I have this funny ache and it's burning in my chest
 And it spreads just like a fire inside my body
 Is it something God left out in my spirit or my flesh
 Would I be saved if I were brave and had a baby

 It was never clear what would come but that's the risk and that's the test
 And you were the only one so far to follow
 And no one talks about when one might stop and need to rest
 Or how long you sit alone before you stop looking back
 It's like you're waiting for Godot
 And then you pick your sorry ass up off the street and
 Go...

 And what the hell is this? Who made this bloody mess?
 And someone always answers like a martyr
 Is it something you should know, did you never do your best
 Would you be saved if you were brave and just tried harder

 So now I ride the ought one thirtyfive to New Orleans
 I float a mile above life's toil and trouble
 A thousand lonely lifetimes I still wait and then go on
 A clown to entertain the happy couples