Everyone's got their own plans, A map of Brooklyn on the backs of their hands But no one ever seems to find their way to the door You could say you're unworthy And settle for a piece of jersey. You could cram in the train as if there's something to fight for They're always saying "You'll never make it on your own. Why don't you take another loan?" Before you know it You're hardly fighting for yourself, Owned by everybody else. And I'll never understand, no I'll never understand Maybe it's time to revisit Camus. That myth of Sisyphus is sizzling you And a stone with that kind of weight could put a dent in your interest For all the times you could lie awake And ponder if there was a better mistake It doesn't matter, doesn't matter you're screwed either way They're always saying "You'll never make it on your own. Why don't you take another loan?" Before you know it You're hardly fighting for yourself, Owned by everybody else. And I'll never understand, no I'll never understand Scrawled in pen across your palm, Remember all you've got to pay You'd better find a way Looming thick above the calming river All you've got to pay You'd better find the way to all you'll ever know That's the way it goes That's the way it goes That's the way it goes That's the way it goes That's the way it goes That's the way it goes