it's been two years since my dying words but i trembled when i said   that blue sky's coming down to steal away our breath   and i'm seventeen and i don't want to be right again         i was lifted up that skyway and i shook the hand of god   we shared a drink or two he's friendlier than i thought   and i asked did i die today   he assured me that no   i was lost      how times do i have to die before i realize i'm okay   thats a few too many chances to take    but i'll take 'em anyway      and i've been through all the beaches here    through every country home   through every innner city    to end my search for for hope   and i swear that i've found it    but now that i'm here i just don't know      when i finally pinned it down    i tied it to my writst   we hold hands and we smile    we appear to be good friends   but hope and i we just never get along   we just pretend      the worlds alright and i'm just caught by suprise   and then i realize i'm okay   that was a few too many chances to take   its like we take our lives and you know what?    we throw em away    and throw 'em all away