Ask me how did I get this far
And I'll say "in the back of a car"
Writing pictures of what I want
Those ghosts do continue to haunt me
And every time I'm feeling low
I'll listen to Neil Young
We're all pissing in the wind
There ain't nothing like a friend
If all we are is sorrow
If all we are is death
Then what?

Where do we go from here?
We dream of flowers in the air
But all life breathes with grief
And all they want is money
So try and we'll pray
Just for one more happy day
And the asshole is dead
Well, he's sleeping in his bed

If all we are is what we've done with this small stretch of time
If all we are is what we felt then I guess pain is mine
And I don't know what else to say about the corners of my mind
But I just want to feel like there's a point
To all these lines

So if we make it through these times
And more sorrow is all we find
I hope I can at least leave something behind
A small word or sigh that'd be fine