Staring at the End of Our Lives
Raised in the age of reason
It was a sepia season
Steinbeck sang an anthem
And we knew what it meant
To do without is better than
To have so much you cannot stand it
Whenever I'm in need I believe that
I can always ask my friends
So help me boys, help me help myself
To stand alone, I need somebody else
Oh ain't it a beautiful sight
Staring at the end of our lives
I made my mind up early
That I was going to do things differently
I just had to find my own way
Whatever road that might be
To go without is better than
To carry so much you cannot stand it
Whenever I'm in need I believe that
I can always ask my friends
So help me boys, help me help myself
To stand alone, I need somebody else
Oh ain't it a beautiful sight
Staring at the end of our lives
Oh and everybody I know
Is waving to say goodbye