Dreams of tomorrow, sons of yesterday Feed on dated sorrow and a six pack happiness What to do, what to think, where to go? Seems like all ends And the only thing you know is that you`re nobodies friend Time behind shades is a life so bright Who can see a point in misery in the water tonight No point at all now in looking out Staying here for yet another year is gonna suck And the light is sold to buy a six pack happiness Night is getting cold, I noticed, now we`re talking less What to do, what to think, where to go? Seems like all dead ends And the only thing you know is that you`re nobodies friend