Dying’s easy I’ve been doing it my whole life
Like shooting notes into the sky
No one has the answers
No one’s written back
Unless they got more questions
Or they’re strapped for cash
Too bad money’s a stash
I still don’t have

I feel that I’ve traveled so far
Yet it seems that I’ve gotten nowhere at all
I’ve scaled the desert and hugged both coast
Yet most days you’ll find me daydreaming
Comatose
In my bed alone

Trying’s easy if you know one day you’ll die
And all you’ll be is what you left behind
What will you leave behind?
What will you leave behind?

What will you leave behind?
What will you leave behind?

What will you leave behind?
What will you leave behind?
What will you leave behind?
What will you leave behind?