Cause I kept my job Two weeks before Christmas. Cause lately Santa Kerouac Seems cowardly and reckless. Cause lately I hear monologues On balconies and porches. Cause all the easy fantasies are childish colour funerals. Cause living is responsible With plans and thought and savings. Cause unfortunately the world Will just go on and on. Cause we count our dollars on the train To the airport. Cause we constantly evade the fact There’s no such thing as travel. Cause lights will always flicker and things will always break. Cause your father in the pilot gear Is talking to your future son. Cause all my friends my age and I Aren’t scared of dying anymore Cause we’re all scared more than ever now Scared of living. Cause the speaker in the parking lot Still speaks and plays on Boxing Day. Cause the seasons and the storefronts change But all this is just dressing. Cause there’s stadiums of people now There’s stadiums of lonely. Cause the homeless man with the gym bag Is no reason to quit. So make your choice by the end of the week Heart attack or cold feet. Cause I’m not afraid I’m not afraid anymore.