Are we idling and wasting time?nOr just turning blind eyesnSo we won't seenThat every year since Plan 9nI've become less inclinednTo believe this is mennThis dime a dozen song and dancenHas been freezing my handsnI can't write a thingnYou can't win over the onesnYou sing about in songnCause all my friends are growing upnBut I can make a young girl crynWell that's not what I had in mindnnI can't stop thinking about the other sidenI know that if I get there then I'll make it to late nightnAnd I'll finally have found my way homennWe're always dreaming of liesnWe dream away our livesnBut that's what life isnWhere we forget who we arenWe drive expensive carsnHome to our beautiful wife and kidsnWell I don't know what that isnnI can't stop thinking about the other sidenI know that if I get there then I'll finally get it rightnThen I'll finally be able to tell that I remember it wellnThe way I've lived in my lifennI saw a middle aged man a magazine in his handnPlane and pilot for the child in him too afraid to landnThis had me completely drainednHe doesn't own a planenI'm sure and won't evernnThis got me thinking that lifenIs just too short here to wastenOn the thought that someday I'll see my facenOn every magazine and even on TVnI'm 21 now, I started at 13nn(Don't be so cynicalnThere's breath of life in this worldnIn love and sex and the decisions we made growing upnDon't be so cynical nThere's breath of life in this worldnYour family loves younAnd you've got a few good friends)