There are precious few things worth hating nowadays,
  And none of them are me
  I was only trying to say how things used to be
  'Til we grew up and we all went our separate ways
  Looking for our own paths to immortality
  This is how I thought I'd start my song
  And it seems a little silly when I think of it
  But now I'm so far along
  And no one really wants to know that he's wrong
  That his ears can't really hear or he's blind a bit
  Or that he's really weak when he thinks that he is strong
  Now I'm in the middle and I just don't know
  If I'll make it any further if the words don't flow
  When you live in silence any sound is dear
  But for those who don't, take heart because the end is near
  This is the ending of my song
  It has made me blind and deaf and weak but most of all
  It shows you that I'm wrong
  For you see it's really twice this long
  And if I should die tomorrow it will carry on