What's the point of looking back? All you see is an empty track Of lives you've lived And things you tried to love What's the use of anything That brings you down? You can't believe it for an hour You're in here just a while Half an hour from an hour ago From a half an hour from an hour ago
Call me early on Saturday It's my favorite day I'll come out to play That is only, I go to bed So that I can rest I can leave my head behind Disappointing everyone I'm so much fun Until I'm lost Things we do are the way we choose to live