In the parking lots where the sun cooks the rocks dry
There's a hopscotch drawn that's gone unused since you were five
And on the chainlink fence there are vines growing to the sky
But you don't climb that now, you've got a key to the other side
So you go la-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
There's a school bus stop right outside of your window
Where the kids line up, one of them's the next vangogh
But you will never know and that's just the way it's got to be
Away the school bus goes, chasing the lights down the city streets
And they all go la-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
Well a goodnight is hard to find when you're out there on your own
And when the lights go out you'll finally see that everyone's alone
And even though we are like each other, we are standing separately
We're like prisoners who are chained
Together, different reasons to be free
And a goodbye is harder because it means that it's the end
But just because that one thing's over doesn't mean one can't begin
But it's difficult to think that way when your time is running out
And the paramedic's on your chest, you can hear the people shout
"Don't let go"
It's been twenty years and revolutions around the sun
But things still aren't clear, you're not sure what you have become
And you'll go la-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
Well a goodnight is hard to find when you're out there on your own
And when the lights go out you'll finally see that everyone's alone
And even though we are like each other, we are standing separately
We're like prisoners who are chained
Together, different reasons to be free
And a goodbye is harder because it means that it's the end
But just because that one thing's over doesn't mean one can't begin
But it's difficult to think that way when your time is running out
And the paramedic's on your chest, you can hear the people shout
"Don't let go"