Original lyrics
ENLife takes more than it gives, I shout at the sky
Cause hyperbole tends to provoke a reply
Then I waited 'til I knew no rescue would come
Then I wrote one more half-hearted traveling song
We have indulged our sadness and made up regrets
But a trifle consoles what a trifle upsets
With a wandering charm and the sunset of youth
We still measure our lives out with coffee spoons
Are we just too easily pleased
Here with our pundits and sages
Witty and pretty and shitty and high
But don’t we get by
I moved from the center from that maddening crowd
But they put a Whole Foods at Gowanus canal
Curated coffee, that conquistador
Swallowed my grandpa's old auto parts store
If there's a season for everything under the Sun
I wonder what will be left when this one is done
Maybe the great voice will speak once again
Maybe we’ll turn off the lights and just let it in
I dreamt last night I was satisfied
I didn't feel lonely or boring or terrified
And the music was playing with everyone here
With the saints and the rebels and the true pioneers
But the merchants they followed with tinsel and gilt
And they stole the machines that the angels had built
And I woke with the strangest fear in my chest
The food I was hungry for doesn't exist
