"Thank you very much, it's good to be in Clear Lake, Iowa"

Fully aware of every moment of mine
Every second awake is a second alive
I've been sleeping for what feels like centuries
I am another sad case worthy of sympathy

The history hidden in plain sight
The way it's eerily similar tonight
Fifty years have come and gone
This town as waited for far too long

I am a man of twenty-three
And I look around these city streets
Never stop trying to reverse the curse of tragedy
Strange how everything just falls in place
Seems like I was meant for this
How could I ever give it up?

If I ever do
[2x]

That'll be the day I die

That'll be the day that I die
[4x]

I am a man of twenty-three
And I look around these city streets
Never stop trying to reverse the curse of tragedy
Strange how everything just falls in place
Seems like I was meant for this
How could I ever give it up?

"There is a new form of music - if you can call it music - that is as un-Christian and un-American was anything we have had to face in the last fifty years"

[Buddy Holly cover]
"That'll be the day that I die"

That'll be the day that I die
[2x]

I am a man of twenty-three
And I look around these city streets
Never stop trying to reverse the curse of tragedy
Strange how everything just falls in place
Seems like I was meant for this
How could I ever give it up?