It's three o'clock in the morning and it's time to go
The traffic's moving just like a circus show
There's a car crash in my head and one on the road
And nothing seems to go as I planned it to go

So I'll just take it as it goes
'Cause it all just might be a joke
And I'll just take it as it comes
'Cause it goes away
With my better days

In every situation there's a moment of hope
From fifty seventh to the streets of Rome
So we stand in line and quietly wait our turn
Just to see that nothing's as it's supposed to be

And I'll just take it as it comes
'Cause it all might just be a joke
I just take it as it comes
'Cause it goes away
To my better days

Woaahh

So much to see
But I'm caught inbetween
All that I've got
Woah-oahh
Well I can't choose between
What's fake and what's real
Coax me to stop, won't you
Come and lift me up?