Comes a time when you get turned around and Life itself just wears you out but You keep gettin' ready for the big parade Oh you shine your shoes and you fake a smile Salute the players with that famous style 'Cuz keepin' up has kept you in chains I was thinkin' that if you know a way out Then I'd like to go with you And we can burn out like candles Under that paper moon They just don't know anything at all They just don't know anything at all If by traffic jams and big TV's And hipsters trapped in their own irony but If I lay and think about settelin' down Ah you quit your job and you sell your car You burn your clothes and you pray to the stars 'Cuz you swore to God that you'd never end up this way I was thinkin' that if you know a way out Then I'd like to go with you And we can burn out like candles under that paper moon They just don't know anything at all They just don't know anything at all At all At all At all At all Comes a time when you get turned around Life itself just wears you out You keep gettin' ready for that big parade