Quit selling a lie Get a hold of yourself And do what makes you Feel like more than just a shell Suck up or suffer Or keep on telling yourself It could be different If you only had the time When all we have is time But where did it go? Nobody knows Gone with the wind Look at it float Just like a boat That no one can buy Quit waiting to die Get a hold of your life We are all strangers Looking for a better time Mothers and fathers Daughters and sons It may not be your fault If you're not having fun