Hanging out in the garage
Turning up the microphone until it squeals
The bass man on the satellite
Talking to who knows who
You're trying to tell the drummer how you feel
It's all about the song, keeping it simple
Gotta have passion, gotta have soul

Tell me why
Sometimes it makes you crazy
You could almost die
No one would know
Not even your old lady

Living hard and moving fast
You are a dying breed
Ain't no way to know where you're going
Fly out to the edge of the earth
And look down on the curve
And you know that you're still afraid of falling
You need hope when it's hard to come by
And it takes courage to dust off your dreams

Tell me why
Sometimes it makes you crazy
You could almost die
No one would know
Not even your old lady

From the time you leave your mother's womb
And cry out to the world
Your place of refuge no longer exists
Branded by the stars
And captured by the moon
Do you think you could even make a wish

Tell me why
It all just makes you crazy
You could almost die
No one would know
Not even your old lady

Tell me why
Sometimes you just get crazy
You could almost die
No one would know
Not even your old lady