While we're on the subject Could we change the subject now? I was knokin' 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 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 damn 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 still built that good Goddam! Oh, and I know this of myself I assume as much for 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 wake All our favorites were playin' So we coud shake! Shake, shake, shake! Tiny cortains opened then We heard the tiny clap of little tiny 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 figure 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