When you're with the trees and bugs The magic always seems to last And how you love to take your daughter there And replace your worries with the air It's easier to stick with what you've got And take the hit and hold the horns of prescribed medicine Sunlight just ain't getting in Did you miss a right hand turn? So it's harder to be loved when you love suffering Have you seen your younger pictures With unborn brothers and dead sisters? Even though they're charred on black and white Your eyes have never been so bright I wonder if you dream and if you do, what do you see? Are there a thousand childhood memories? Suppressed Jungian shadow as they hold abilities It's not easy Do you wait to feel the dead? Or do you wait to get paid? Dead don't listen You're in a game You could say that it has meaning But that sentiment is fleeting When there's mortgages around your neck And your wife is sleeping with her ex But Effie doesn't mind 'cause there's a bounce in her step She wears her favourite yellow summer dress Makeup safe for Sunday best But the saddest thing of all Is that it's for another lover in another bed Someday it will all be over, you were fearful, now you're older And entirely dependent on the people you neglected What if there's no final answer, the existential disaster Could you learn to love this precious life before it's too late?