Rain on, just drive it home When there's not much wrong, you're lying on If I could hold on to maturity Or a passing semblance of I threw out all that kid owned Watched as it floated past the river side Saw it caught in debris And well, isn't that just how life often goes? The irony, not lost on me How can I Concede, and leave behind All the shit that I believed when I was twenty-nine? Will it fall to the wayside? I'm still not saying we gave it up We tried like hell, and the words are not Quite what you thought they were But they caught up Disregard it Pick yourself up, and run far away The swan song of a sorry decade Pick yourself up, and run far away Every day's an opportunity to be better