You celebrate in style, all those years gone by
Leaving the candles aside
Still you haven't made your money, and the fat around your belly shows
You've got emotional scars, that's what I read in a magazine
That people get when they don't become who they are
Keep filling up to fill the hole which always feeds on something else
The experts say it's love
Too much or not enough in any shape or form these days
And the baby boomers say get a job
Think I have to move out east, cause man this crowd is tough to please
And the wind around here is not a breeze at all I feel
I'm just, holding out, holding out, holding out for you
There's nothing else to do
Think I need to buy a vowel and a gun
That's how the west was one
Then we'll ride off into the sun
Spread our wings and soar like eagles, high on cartoons and dirty needles
And we'll leave that flock of seagulls down below
And we're off, holding out, holding out, holding out for you
That's all that we can do.