The good days are melting

The icecaps are gone

The popstar's in Heaven

The right turned to wrong

And it's a steep slope, it's a hell-no

It's a hangup on the telephone, you see?

That it's a one day, it's a survey

It's a cluster-fuck on the freeway, you see?

The odds are against me

But I try to take the world in my hands

Change what they say I can't understand

I try and I try

Just to prove 'em all wrong

But my arms ain't that strong

Goddamn

Thought that I'd be the one

Thought that I'd be the one

The kids are the parents

The schools are a war zone

Hallways are empty

We're all running with nowhere to go

And it's a high risk, it's a bad gig

When you're a small fish on a long swim upstream (Oh, yeah)

And it's a ten-page stupid survey

It's the red tape in the doorway, you see?

The odds are against me

But I try to take the world in my hands

Change what they say I can't understand

I try and I try

Just to prove 'em all wrong

But my arms ain't that strong

Goddamn

Thought that I'd be the one

Thought that I'd be the one

Thought that I'd be the one

Thought that I'd be the one

Tell me we're not letting go

Losing time and losing hope

Oh, there's so much I still don't know

I, I, I

But I try to take the world in my hands

Change what they say I can't understand

I try and I try

Just to prove 'em all wrong

But my arms ain't that strong

Goddamn

Thought that I'd be the one

Thought that I'd be the one (Oh yeah)

Thought that I'd be the one

Thought that I'd be the one (Oh yeah)

The good days are melting

The icecaps are gone