Break your neck for some substance
This is temporary sanity, an exercise in vanity
So long to the ordinary day wrought with fictitious tales
Of how there's any other way
Hold on to anything at all
It's a long way down between the summer and the fall
If I told you that you're everything,
At the top of your lungs?
And we'll all sing along,
It's a half-baked blessing
For the lessons I've learned,
And we'll all sing along,
Now the verses take hold,
A gentle undercurrent or more years to grow old
And try to begin everything, there's life
As we sing your daily anthem,
At the top of your lungs?
And we'll all sing along,