23 now got his life in his hands
He’s looking all around and he doesn’t understand
‘Cause life’s too busy, things get in the way
We all feel alone every single day
And I’m eighteen
I couldn’t wait to move out
It’s been five years
And now I’m starting to doubt
Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
Looking off to some place that isn’t there
When I’m thirty-two, will I be miserable
With everything around based on principle?
Will I have a clue?
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice
To never be alone in this wasted life?