I don't know anger, what's that all about?
I've got a hundred ways to block it out
I'm getting pretty good
I would teach you if I could
I'm riding back of the rules in the hurricane
And I'm a good kid driving in the slower lane
I'll take it as it is
That's just how it is
But from time to time
I'll fail to catch your ball
Baby, I'm tired of it all
I'm tired of it all, tired of it all
From time to time
I wanna lie on the floor
And pretend that it's the end
At least until I'm 24
All the Christmas lights, they turn me off
By the harbour front in the parking lot
I can't find the place
To swallow up my fate
Take me to New York City, 42nd Street
Take me up on my offer to make-believe
Time is running out
I lost the way to block it out
From time to time
I'll fail to catch your ball
Baby, I'm tired of it all
I'm tired of it all
From time to time
I wanna lie on the floor
And pretend that it's the end
At least until I'm 34
