Half Hearted

That will take a while, until they do what they’re supposed to do
Although it’s not our style, we’ll burn all that we’re opposed to
Then fly by night towards the glow of the light

But that may take some time
To recoup everything that it’s worth
When we exhaust our prime, in futility we’ll scour the earth
Descend from the limelight towards that periless dream
Rescind from the Golden Book
Towards the “gold star” magazine

And go half the way, half the way
That’s just as far as we’ll dare to
We’ll go half the way, half the way
Any further, we’re just to scared to

But that may take some time
Just to figure the whole thing out
Which molehills to climb, which television to do without
We’ll drive over paved roads on the Oracle’s grave
As we find a few more things to complain about

We’ll go half the way, half the way
And build a house of granularity
We’ll go half the way, half the way
Just one shot a mediocrity

But oh, how good it feels to walk in those old shoes
And know it’s our prerogative
To live the way that we choose
The way we choose

But who will help us now as we’re losing who we are?
And our well is quickly drying
And our memories can’t be jarred
We’ll curse at the light as it dissolves into night

But who will save us now
Since we’ve turned our backs before?
And we’ve danced upon your gloom clouds
And we’ve pissed upon your shores
We cursed at your light, complained it’s glow was too bright

But can’t you help me now?
Why won’t you help me now?