I saw her across an overcrowded after-hours warehouse.
She seemed to bring the dance floor to a standstill.
Her accelerated lifestyle seemed to celebrate my wind-down.
She waved a glow stick in her hand, but all I saw was landfill.
I was caught between the new-wave and the ravers.
Best, better, good, bad, your worst-case scenario.
My best, better, good, bad, to worst-case scenario.
I took her to Canter's for a coffee cause her buzz was wearin' off.
She sat there starin' at the ceiling and I got this awful feelin'
I was failin' as I tried to relate.
And as I waved the waitress down she put her gum on my plate.
She said, "You seem really nice, but you refuse to evolve.
I bet you're still listenin' to 'Rumours',
'Glass Houses', and 'Revolver'.
Well, I've never seen 'Star Wars' and I don't think I'm gonna
Get involved with a guy who used to masturbate to Madonna."
She said, "What has Lindsay Buckingham done lately?"
I'm sittin' here at Canter's with no answers
'Cept that rock 'n roll can't save me, oh, oh, o-o-oh.
Best, better, good, bad, your worst-case scenario.
My best, better, good, bad, to worst-case scenario.
My nostalgia's the useless trivia she barely endures.
She accused me of trying to recapture my youth.
I said that "I just wanna tap a bit of yours".
Sitting there alone I finally found out,
The pain I got from growing didn't show
Until I started slowing down.
Best, better, good, bad, your worst case scenario.
My best, better, good, bad, to worst-case scenario.
I never caught a glimpse,
Never had a chance,
Never saw the sign.
It seems like it was creepin' up to me every time.
Now I'm just the guy that goes to raves and I rant.
I don't have a chance, I never had a chance, no.
Best, better, good, bad, to worst-case scenario.
My best, better, good, bad, your worst case scenario.
My worst-case scenario.