I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat
I’m thinking all these things
like when I die what is my story?
What if I never learned all the things?
I could be anything at all
is a superhero too far to reach?
I’m not sure what I want
but I hear that that’s normal
but I swear to God that normal I’m not
Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine
Now the door is closing on me, step aside
I’m up all night thinking
what I could be
the same old question torturing me
I feel like everybody else
has their future planned and I’m writing songs about it
black hat in my hand
Hard to say how I feel ’cause I don’t think that I’ve failed
just yet and laying down is just not like me
I can’t help but think, shouldn’t I be?
I ought to be somewhere, ignoring calls from Barbara Walters
Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine
Now the door is closing on me, step aside
I’m up all night thinking what I could be
the same old question torturing me
I feel like everybody else has their future planned
and I’m writing songs about it, black hat in my hand
I’m thinking, what is gonna be the mark I leave?
Or when my time is over?
And what will people say when I’m gone?
Or when it all comes crashing down?
‘Cause I’m not laying down!
Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine
The door is closing on me, step aside
I’m up all night thinking what I could be
the same old question torturing me
I feel like everybody else has their future planned
and I’m writing songs about it, black hat in my hand
With a hat in my hand!
Hat in my hand!
Hat in my hand!
Hat in my hand