Why don't you write your mother

Why don't you call your family

They're expecting an answer

Spare them your strange behavior

What of your expectations

Weren't you going to show us all

Some new kind of dancer

This season's singing savior



I'm too far gone, and it's no use pretending

I could ever forget what I done

I'm already too far gone,

I got no bridges left to burn

It's better to keep moving on

It's such a long way down, too far to fall

Too much trouble to turn back around



Think of your friends and neighbors

Suffering through your lamest years

You must owe them something

Come now, you must remember

Haven't you finished playing

Get down to business soon

Because your lean years are coming

June now, but come December