Fools rush in
So I'm told
I've things to do
Before I'm old
All I am
Is standing still
And far too chicken to move

Sing the song
Of moving on
Dream of light
In constant night

When I think of you
I always go to pieces
Love somebody new
Chance of that just decreases
My seasons on fire
Everything looks like wasteland
And brown covers my town
Leaving me deep in quicksand

Put my faith
In natures call
I beat the odds
And show them all
Without the sun
I'm nothing at all
And far too chicken to move
Sing the song
Of moving on
Dream of light
In constant night

When I think of you
I always go to pieces
Love somebody new
Chance of that just decreases
My seasons on fire
Everything looks like wasteland
Brown covers my town
Leaving me deep in quicksand