When you ask me "How have you been?" Honestly, I don't wanna answer that question Because you're just trying to be polite But I just found out my life's a lie Oh well, oh well Building up a picket fence dream Of passion and dignity So blind to the house on fire Burning out so naturally And when I finally turned around All my dreams turned to debris Hoping for the dust to settle But dust was all that's left for me Oh well, oh well Off to the couch where I'll dwell Oh well, oh well For the next hour or twelve Oh well, oh well The daily chorus of Oh well, oh well Guess this is good enough I went searching for myself And just got lost Alone with my thoughts I only found the dot-dot-dot's So I carried on hope That smoke-filled basements would make me whole Drawing closure from Knowing sometimes closure doesn't come Oh well, oh well Off to the couch where I'll dwell Oh well, oh well For the next hour or twelve Oh well, oh well The daily chorus of Oh well, oh well Guess this is good enough Sometimes, dreams die But you can dream again