It's brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward, and if you string it up it dries right out with time.nSo raise your glass to that new dollar in the bank we're reaching for.nBut the drink was sweeter before we had a dime.nnBut you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own just to spend your whole life shooting down.nnWhat do I know?nnIf you feel restless where you are, it may be easier to stay.nThere area million other fools to make your bed.nAnd they'll be closing all the shades to keep you right there in that grave.nAnd I'll be knocking 'cause you never left my head.nnBut you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own just to spend your whole life counting down.nnWhat do I know?