Some things are just too hard to say
Like have a great time
It's like breathing into my pillow
If you notice anything out of the daily drama
Confetti and the streamers cascade
Maybe it's the party talking
I want to say
It won't give you what you want
It'll only make it
So you don't want it anymore
Suitcase with the walkman stuffed in
Maybe it's the ticket talking
If you notice anything out of the dirty windows
Maybe you'll have a good time
Maybe you'll have a great time
Falling asleep on the shoulder of a stranger
I don't know where you're going
Better get there before you decide to stay
Your options got stale
You used to have a day job
Now all you do is have fun