Meaning is sometimes hard to spot

It begins with the flickering of cigarettes

In the darkness of a dorm room

Ssomewhere in the suffocated mid-west

But if this is real then I was mistaken

And if there is truth then why can't we find it?

But beauty comes to those who have been waiting

For something that is bigger than themselves

But this is the sound of the hopeless kids

As they scream from the basements

Of the houses of their parents

And this is the sound of the hopeless ones

As they stare down at their books

And realize that they've been lied to

But if this is real then I was mistaken

And if the vision's gone, then I was not aware

Consistency like that which I have craved

Is that people change so unexpectedly

And realization finds you in a drunken airport

Some planes depart and others never arrive

So with this in mind I don't plan on waiting

If it's time to leave and break these old ties

Without something more the vision is fading

But until it's gone the pain will make us try

It'll make us try

But this is the hope I've been searching for

As the wings catch the sunlight

Of the cold Nebraska skyline

And this is the dream I am dying in

As I wake to find tomorrow

Be content without perfection

But if this is real then I was mistaken

And if the vision's gone then I was not aware