Where are you gonna go
When they cancel your show
When your brother's friends don't like him any more?
What are you gonna do
When they throw you a bone
With a string attached to it and a neon sign?
Just hope that you go blind

Nostalgia in reverse
When the memory comes first
And you say, "one day I'm gonna look back on this"
With pictures and thoughts
You map your vacillated course
And connect the pointless points to the empty years
And say, "SEE, I WAS HERE!"

What are you gonna do
When they don't run to you
Sayin "hey we'll never make it if you don't come to"
You need somethin to say
I should be living it THIS way
And it all comes down to this one simple idea
That I always almost hear

What makes you feel just like
You have some reason to be alive?

Well if death's the door, I'm waiting to be born
if death's the door, I'm waiting to be born
if death's the door, I'm waiting to be born
if death's the door, I'm waiting to be born