And I'm quite The sunken optimist And obsessed, nostalgic Caught up in all of this It's so easy to feel alone It's where I'm most comfortable I hope that when we get old There's always more for me to know, to know Throwing away Tuesday Is anything really made to last? No matter who I am, come Wednesday I'm sure of who I was in the past What are my plans for Sunday? So what if time finds me afraid? It's so easy to feel alone It's where I'm most comfortable I hope that when we get old There's always more for me to know, to know