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.