Work for sunset, turn and yield to night   start over thirteen thousand times   it leaves me weary and confined   the world darkens, i sit here resigned.      na na na na, na na na na na      i sit in a kettle and adjust to the heat   i point at the symptoms when the problem is me      These are the wars we need to fight,   these are the doors we need to close.   Strike a match to push away the night   that's drawing ever closer.   i hope by the time i'm forty-five   i won't give up to stay alive   there's things that must be said and changed   before the world is over.