Comes a time when you get turned around, and
Life itself just wears you out, but
You keep getting ready for the big parade.
Oh, you shine your shoes and you fake a smile;
Salute the players with that famous style, 'cause
Keeping up has kept you in chains.
I was thinking that
If you know a way out
That I'd like to go with you.
And we could burn out like candles
Under that paper moon.
They just don't know anything at all.
They just don't know anything at all.
You find traffic jams and big TVs, and
Hipsters trapped in their own irony, but
You finally think about settling down.
Oh, you quit your job and sell your car,
You burn your clothes and pray to the stars, 'cause
You swore to God that you'd never end up this way.
I was thinking that
If you know a way out
That I'd like to go with you.
And we could burn out like candles
Under that paper moon.
They just don't know anything at all.
They just don't know anything at all.
At all, at all, at all, at all.
There comes a time when you get turned around,
Life itself just wears you out,
You keep getting ready for that big parade.
