Sometimes I feel like I’ve missed the boat
Whatever boat it is that you’re supposed to hop on
So that you can do what you’re meant to do

But how do you know that what I’m meant to do is something more
Than longing for something more
There has to be the me’s in the world
So that the you’s know how good you’ve got it

You figured it out, or you just had the balls to do it
And bully for you or whatever they used to say in the 50’s
I’m going to keep pretending that it’s not too late