The Story Goes On

I looked up at the chain-smoke silhouette Thought about leaving while adding up my debts I sucked all the air out of the living room with just one breath You could bet all your money and always win That I'm awake at night, thinking of when And of a night where I could lay down at 10 Fall into sleep not remembering The story goes on I peer down at the couples and the bikers and the dads I'm an eagle, I'm a mouse, I'm just really very sad It's a prison here for some, it's a freedom just for me I fly above, I dig below for everything I thought I'd be What does that mean? Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Programmed from conception to be this strange mix Of so many generations through survival, death, and sex Gigabytes and microchips of skin cells and history Now I talk on the phone to someone I haven't seen She feels like a friend whose job it is to walk with me She holds me up - so do the meds It's genetic consultation of this life so far I've lead The story goes on The story goes on Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Da da da da da da