It's funny how you were romantic
So idyllic, so close to tears
Now it's all disappointment
Disappointment everywhere's
Crowds and amusement
All amusement, so unprepared
In a minute
Just a minute
It's all a young frontier

You knew I'd write a song about it
A song about it with all my friends
You had a chance but then you blew it
Then you blew it when this began
Your ideals, they meant nothing
They meant nothing
When you gave in
Saramago saw it coming
Saw it coming in blindness

What do you want to go back for?
What did you leave back there?
Why open up closed doors?
Now we can get somewhere

It's sad you cannot see it
You cannot see it, you didn't know?
All your life has been rehearsal
Dress rehearsal for the show
Crowds and amusement
All amusement, for so and so
In a minute
Just a minute
It just goes to show

What do you want to go back for?
What did you leave back there?
Why open up closed doors?
Now we can get somewhere