This isn't coming from your stereo   It isn't playing on the radio   When MySpace is offline I won't be all that hard to find   Close your eyes      Young punk dreaming of a studio   Setting up shop in Ontario   Spending all his time the only way he know   But he's moving too slow      Joined a band and man they had soul   They made themselves truly visible   But he had to go and jump down the rabbit hole   To find the rock to his roll      Found a girl, thought he'd settle down   Nobody thought he'd ever make another sound   But the voices in his head were getting much too loud   So he wrote it all down      He ventured all alone into the night   When all he really craved was the morning light   And the computer that he stared at washed away his sight   He nearly gave up the fight      Slipped into a temple as a wanderer   He's hoping to walk out of there a warrior   For now he sings his tunes like a biographer   Not in the first but the third