Why do I live this fast?

I could watch the seasons pass

Maybe then I'd learn the things to ask

Then again, it's my turn to take out the trash

Soon I better pay these bills

Tune my guitar and quit chasing thrills

Somehow I let it all get out of hand

And now you wanna hear my five year plan

I will be a better man

Yes, I can

Well I'm all grown up, but I feel like a kid

I want an Abba-Zaba and a Mr. Pibb

I want a tax return and a souvenir

I want some time to burn and an ice cold beer

I got a storage unit that's full of dreams

Keys on the desk, bike by the shed, text in my jeans

It's from my mom, it's a link to a Rumi poem

While down the street at people's park, people try to make a home

And I could be a better man

Yes, I can

I read the news, it's nothin' new, both sides casting shade

"It's a coup", "it's just a ruse", it's the rich get to say

And I wonder what to do on the day to day

For something true, not red or blue, to come our way

In the meantime, it's a lean time, flying close to the ground

Turn-stiled in the turbines, most eyes casted down

I'm one of the lucky ones who gets to make it out

And watch the moon shine through the alpines, but I know, without a doubt

I can be a better man

Yes, I can