I've taken another turn
And I'll show you the page
I still believe
That if things can change
That they change for the better of it
If progress means more
Then I'm simply misguided
I still believe
That if things can change
That they change for the better of it
If progress means more
Then I'm simply misguided
I've taken another turn
And I'll show you the page
One of has-been burns
The other one has been reformed
You never know when you'll be makin' your last b-side
I could be workin' on it right now as I write
Eventually I'll retreat back to the salty air town
And be the stereotypical sailor of music
Or chain-smoking in the studio
Mad at the world
Looking back to the could-of-beens or should-of-beens
And asking what I would-of-been
Now uh-oh what was what but me
Here to make chest cavity
Glasses on hand
Staring blankly out to congress street
Telling tales of what had happened
I'd rather have a path such as this
Than have the two teenagers with trendy haircuts wipe an eye
We're all some denomination to Sunday
Forgiveness to justify our sweet sins
Me deciding what tie I should wear
To match my briefcase and dress socks
Surrounded by the work clock lines and instant coffee
You think this is a goal that summons more haunting than dot-dot-dot
It's a virus in the minds of robot-bot-bot-bot-bots
Who aren't aware that the folks in the row
Doing what they're told
And no matter how many times I touch it it's so frightening to me
Just imagine a life of looking forward to that Disneyland vacation
And that obedient golden retreiver
Let's all hop in the mid-life crisis car
And drive off to forgetting perfect
Life, perfect kids, perfect husband-and-wife
So it's fitting that an imperfect person is sitting and happy
Without the would-of-beens or could-of-beens or should-of beens
Well I still believe that if things can change
That they change for the better
If progress means more
Than I'm simply misguided
Well I still believe that if things can change
That they change for the better
If progress means more
Than I'm simply misguided