Every story has a beginning, every story has an end
Sometimes I can't tell the difference between them

And now that I'm back where I was starting from seven years ago
I find I'm worse off than before
I don't know where I am headed, I hardly know who I am or who
I was before

In three short weeks, I'll be turning twenty one
Where am I, where'd everyone go? Where did I go so wrong?
I'm just looking for a home
Since I've been left all alone

In three short weeks, I'll be turning twenty one
You can try to find me, but by that time I'll be gone
I'll be down at the bar
Or passed out in the car

I am not gonna be afraid
I am not gonna be afraid
I am not gonna be afraid of living without you

The world fell apart when our hero met Mary
You can carry this vessel ashore, it'll float no more
This vagabond peruses bruises, collects change in the parking lot
You're steam from water then cannon fodder
When memories are all you've got
You can scream and rage at all the broken right-hand bastards
Or float concealed, feel betrayed and pass right through the plaster
And despite all the warning signs, dog days and headlights
No you'll never forget this though you've left this world behind

I am not gonna be afraid
I am not gonna be afraid
I am not gonna be afraid of living without you