I was at a funeral the day I realized:
I wanted to spend my life with you.
Sitting down on the steps
at the old post office,
The flag was flying at half-mast.
And I was thinkin' 'bout how everyone is dying,
And maybe its time to live.

I don't know where we're going,
I don't know what we'll do.

Walked into the Thrifty,
Saw a man with the hollow eyes
who didn't give me all my change.
But it didn't bother me this time
'cause I know I've only got
this moment,
And it's good.
I went to the gas station
Old woman honked her horn,
Waiting for me to fix her car.

I don't know where we're going,
I don't know what we'll do.

Laying in bed tonight I was thinking,
and listening to all the dogs,
and the sirens, and the shots.
And how a careful man tries to dodge the bullets,
While a happy man takes a walk.

And maybe it's time to live.