Trouble ahead. Trouble behind.
I'm fine, Mom! How's Washington?
Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it.
Someday I'll fly, someday I'll soar, someday I'll be so damn much more.
You know, the good ole days weren't always good, and tomorrow's not as bad as it seems.
Baby, better come back maybe next week, 'cause you see I'm on a losing streak.
My friends won't say a thing, think I must be blind, truth is so unkind.
They blot the sun to black at the bottom of the pack, I'm the king of broken hearts.
Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Earth below us drifting, falling, floating weightless, calling, calling home...
Well the danger on the rocks is surely past, still I remain tied to the mast.
Shake, shake yourself, you're every move you make, so the story goes.
Wouldn't it be great to say what's really on your mind?
I really f***ed it up this time, didn't I, my dear?