Everyone I’ve ever met is coughing up a lung
At least they’ve still got one to spare
There’s a sickness going round it’s infecting the whole town
And soon enough I’ll succumb to all these dirty stares I’m getting
How dare you live the way you are
I’m forgetting
What it’s like to exist under constant pressure

Next year I’ll have my own room with a nice big double bed
You can come and stay the night if we’re together
I still can’t turn my amp up loud the way I like to hear it
But maybe in a couple moves we’ll have a soundproof studio
So I hope you don’t have to take the fall
When I go
I’m balanced on one of those circus balls
And for now I feel so tall
So tall

I can look and see the future
It’s not murky anymore
At least not in the parts that really matter
Can’t tell what I’m gonna end up doing but I know it’s gonna be fulfilling
With another hand to share the load there’s no need to see the ends of the road
These clouds creeping in we’ll just push them out again
That’s my view that they’re obscuring and the sun’s not getting in
The little life that’s left is hanging on
It’s hanging on, but I don’t know for how long

My lungs are filling up with smoke from the fires of my past
Specters creeping up behind saying where do you think you’re going
The ball and chain weighs heavier today
Now I’m out of breath from dragging all this weight around
It’s time to join the ragged choir for good, for good
Yes it’s time to join the ragged choir for good