You've cut yourself from existance   for the sake of tradition   just to be alone   but all you found was a frown   and that acting the clown   can turn your thoughts to stone   so you abandon your dreams   for a city of screams and a necktie   and you sit and you think   of the tears you would shed if you let yourself cry   I bet you never thought it would be like this      Yet you're saved by the graves   of old men whose names play on the jukebox   and when you see records turning   'round people and sounds   you want to play your part   so you sing lonesome songs   of things that're long gone   you're kissing them goodbye   and with your soul 'neath your feet   you're hitting the streets in search of a collective sigh   I'll bet you never thought it would be like this      yeah, we're all just a start   a small part of centuries moving on   so you grab something good   and hold on 'cause the world's gone wrong   and you can't go back home   cause you're restless and scared with something to prove   that nothing should be left but burial grounds   with nothing to gain and nothing to lose   bet you never thought it would be like this