I 've really got to clean up my room
  You know its been so long since I've seen my floor
  It's getting kind of scary in fact I suspect
  That when I finally clear away I won't know her anymore
  How we'll have grown so far apart
  From those early days with the fresh new start
  So in the end it won't matter at all
  So why should I bother with the rise and the fall
  So I quietly lay back down
  And watch TV
    But these are the things we tell ourselves
  Eventual stories designed to amuse
  It's a game we play and we play it well
  In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose
  So we can keep hiding
  So we can survive
  And keep on believing
  Someday we'll go outside & drive
  Gonna go outside & drive...
    I have resolved not to leave my house
  Till my floor comes back and my room is clean
  So I'm really kind of glad that my TV's here
  While I concoct my plan to fulfill my dream
  Now won't that be wonderful when I'll finally be done
  You know I just can't wait for it then I'll start to have fun
  It's getting hard lately to concentrate
  All my appointments cancelled cause I'm horribly late
  You know I think I need a prison
  In order to dream of being free
    But these are the things we tell ourselves
  Eventual stories designed to amuse
  It's a game we play and we play it well
  In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose
  So we can keep hiding
  So we can survive
  And keep on believing
  Someday we'll go outside & drive
  Gonna go outside & drive...
    Now weeks have gone by and my room's not done
  In fact I could say that it's gotten much worse
  Amongst the crumpled letters the mood's quite perverse
  But I got a new TV with a remote control
  Styrofoam and instructions fill the hole
  Where I once cleared a path where I once blazed a trail
  To the bathroom, but I fear that a nail
  Is buried there no so I step very rarely
  And try not to get out of bed
    You know tomorrow I'll get up and I'll walk out my door
  And life will return to the way that it was
  But I think I'm getting sick I'd better give it a day
  It mustn't get a foothold, but it usually does
  So I'll sit right here till I'm old and gray
  I need my rest after all I'm wasting away
  And I just saw a cockroach crawl out of my sneaker
  I think he's biding his time till I get somewhat weaker
  Things could still turn out alright
  As long as I'm not dead
  As long as I'm...
  I'm...I'm not...
  I'm not dead, no I'm not dead
    But these are the things we tell ourselves
  Eventual stories designed to amuse
  It's a game we play and we play it well
  In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose
  So we can keep hiding
  So we can survive
  And keep on believing
  Someday we'll go outside & drive
  Gonna go outside & drive
  What's it like outside