I’ve been awake too long
To believe that dream is real
All this necessary roughness
Is all that's left to feel

Tonight I'm gonna getting flat
It helps me to adjust
But no we don't forget
It just dresses up the rust

I'll accept the invitation
Even if it smells like desperation
And rummage through my soul
To get this sold

I won't accept my resignation
Even if it smells like desperation
And rummage through my soul
To get this sold

Stock goes up, stock goes down
We're in this til the end
Is this the last of an old high
Or are we beginning once again

I could really use a plot device
Cause faith is running out
And my impatient eyes
Are filling up with doubt

I'll accept the invitation
Even if it smells like desperation
And rummage through my soul
To get this sold

I won't accept my resignation
Even if it smells like desperation
And rummage through my soul
To get this sold

The years go by
The years go by
The years go by
The years go by

I'll accept the invitation
Even if it smells like desperation
And rummage through my soul
To get this sold

I won't accept my resignation
Even if it smells like desperation
And rummage through my soul
To get this sold