I wanna be on the stage again
And I wanna be on TV
Musical guest on late night talk shows
Like I've always dreamed
Let's try pickin it up again
Now that we know what it cost
Starting over is not so simple
Another love now lost
Don't wanna give up on anything
Don't want a reason to fail
I'm done bleeding on my guitar
And tryna tip the scale
Some cliché about the stars
We're so close, yet so far...
Why so serious?
We were having fun
Blowing out our lungs
Doing what we love
Sometimes I feel un-American
And I can't explain what I mean
Our lives run by the filthy rich
And old guys in D.C.
That's all we needed to sing about
Jumping around with the crowds
We would feel like the biggest band
On the smallest stage around
I wanna sleep in a van again
I never thought I would say
Flat tires and failing engines
Nothing feels the same
Some cliché about the stars
We're so close, yet so far...
Why so serious?
We were having fun
Blowing out our lungs
Doing what we love
Some cliché about the stars
We're so close, yet so far...