To the casket quickly for the young folks Where the old ones teach us how to die While it might be sad when they finally leave At least you get to say goodbye, goodbye Well six minutes at a time we're barely here and your eyes are reflecting the lonely fear of a moment about to end just pretend I'm not Gone To the concert quickly for the young folks Where the old ones teach us how to fly
While it might be fun for a little while We won't remember when we say goodbye, goodbye Sing a happy song, with lonely words Stuck to the ground with the broken birds You're feelin' around without a stick and then You're wondering why you feel so sick again Look up, and stare at the sun You shed a tear because the shine is almost done About to end Just pretend It's not