| Well, you get up every morning |
| And you see, it’s still the same |
| All the floors and all the walls |
| And all the rest remains |
| Nothing changes fast enough |
| The hurry, worry days |
| It makes you want to give it up |
| And drift into a haze |
| Revelations seems to be another way |
| To make the days go faster anyways |
| We’re all exchanging pleasantries |
| No matter how we feel |
| And no one knows the difference |
| 'cause it all seems so unreal |
| You’d better grab a hold of something |
| Simple but it’s true |
| If you don’t stop to smell the roses now |
| They might end up on you |
| Expectations only mean you really think you know |
| What’s coming next, and you don’t |
| Yearbooks with their autographs |
| From friends you might have had |
| These are your important years |
| You’d better make them last |
| Falling in and out of love just like… |
| These are your important years, your life |
| Once you’ve seen the light, you finally |
| Realize it might end up all right |
| It might end up all right now |