Comes a time when you get turned around and,
Life itself just wears you out but,
You keep gettin' ready for the big parade

Oh you shine your shoes and you fake a smile
Salute the players with that famous style,
'Cuz keepin' up has kept you in chains

I was thinkin' that if you know a way out,
Then I'd like to go with you
And we can burn out like candles,
Under that paper moon

They just don't know anything at all
They just don't know anything at all

If by traffic jams and big TV's,
And hipsters trapped in their own irony but,
If I lay and think about settelin' down

Ah you quit your job and you sell your car
You burn your clothes and you pray to the stars
'Cuz you swore to God that you'd never end up this way

I was thinkin' that if you know a way out,
Then I'd like to go with you
And we can burn out like candles under that paper moon

They just don't know anything at all
They just don't know anything at all
At all
At all
At all
At all

Comes a time when you get turned around
Life itself just wears you out
You keep gettin' ready for that big parade