Lyrics:
While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now
I was knockin' on your ear's door
But you were always out
Lookin' towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well we know we'd had the good things
But those never seem to last
Oh please just last
Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well we all just got caught lookin'
At somebody else's page
Well nothin' ever went
Quite exactly as we'd planned
Our ideas held no water
But we used 'em like a dam
Oh and we carried it all so well
As if we'd got a new position
Oh and I'll laugh all the way to hell
Saying, "Yes this is a fine promotion"
Oh and I'll laugh all the way to hell
Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
Well we'd made ourselves a pillar
But just used it as a crutch
We are certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well we didn't need the water
But we just built that good goddamn
Oh and I know this of myself
I assume as much for the other people
Oh and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong than
The sound of life's sweet bells
Was it ever worth it
Was there all that much to gain
Well we knew we'd miss the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just danced at our own wake
All our favorites were playin'
So we could shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Tiny curtains opened then
We heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke
And get a tiny laugh from all them folks
Sitting drifting round on bubbles then
Thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out
That we had truly missed the boat
Oh and we carried it all so well
As if we'd got a new position
Oh and we owned all the tools ourselves
Without the skills to make a shelf with
Oh what useless tools ourselves |