I like to watch the right decisions dance around my head and sit around reflecting on the ones I made instead I got lost in thralldom right away And look at where I am today: Fingering a thin and fraying string forever And if it drags me down what can I do but follow To swim against a vortex or to lie me down and wallow? The big wide empty... (lie me down) The big wide empty... Brought up in seclusion California breeds confusion When your fossil fuels run dry meet me under the delusion We could leap off of the infrastructure Choose our words less carefully The music of a thrumming nerve a rhapsody And if it drags me down what can I do but follow To swim against a vortex or to lie me down and wallow? The big wide empty... (lie me down) The big wide empty... I cannot see the edges and I cannot see the guts No, I cannot see the rivets and I cannot see the struts And the line between open and embarra**ing is hard to see at best and ever-narrowing... My dear old friendly pa**ing acquaintance, it's really good to see ya. It's been a while, to say the least (is always a good idea). We knew how we felt and what to say and look at where we are today: waiting for the string to break And if it drags me down, what can I do but follow? To swim against a vortex or to lie me down and wallow The big wide empty (lie me down) The big wide empty Tonight I saw the edges, cause tonight I finally tried a bit Look what came of it