wherever you go there's always something   that hurts more or less   all your early dawnings   are they souvenirs or warnings   debts to curse or something worse      these days, oh these days   there's always someone   who'll drag you down   I'll be there, you will hear   desolation reach for what is most      near everyday's little miseries   and everyday's little apologies   can't compare with the ground scheme   coming at us   sometimes we outrun it, laugh at it   sometimes we get away with it      been through all the choices   all damned or cursed walk on by   the murmur of voices   what are they trying to say   trying to sell this time      these days, oh these days   life will always hang around   I'll be there, the coast is clear   desolation reach to what is most near      everyday's little miseries   and everyday's little apologies   can't compare with the ground scheme   coming at us   sometimes we oblige it, revive it   sometimes we can't hide from it      fuck that and make it easy on yourself   by making it easy on someone else   there're still enough great things hiding   to make a difference   between this mess and dying