Oh, you never learned the "whens" and "wheres" and "whys" And I still believe that you were dying to be everything To everyone and for all time Ah, the golden boy--did you stop trying? Did it turn out stale, or did it simply lose its wonder? Could you hold it up from out and under? Does the distance seem to dim-dumb-dim your memory? Does the distance seem to fill the hunger? Chorus: So you're left with your thoughts and where do they go Out the window or an open door And once you believed they could keep you awake-- Well, it's so deceiving. So you talk to yourself and what do you know You answer back with a "Don't say so" And once you believed there was something to say... Well, it's so deceiving. Oh, you never learned the way to hold a crowd And it turns out now that you were dying to be everything To everyone and for all time Ah, the golden boy--did you stop trying? (Repeat chorus)