Nothing’s come close to it and nothing ever will again
‘Til you’ve been beyond and back again to the journey’s end
You’ll know it when you see it but only once you’ve lived a bit
and you’ve had to root around in your own realities bullshit

The proof is in the doldrums that’s the truth of your daily life
Not sexy or romantic just boring and monotonous strife
You punch a clock and suck their cocks ’til you can cash your 401(k)
Then wind it all down reminiscing about bygone days

Looking back again on what we lacked back then
It’s nothing consequential now
Dreaming to ascend, play dress up and pretend
A lifetime tipping sacred cows
Staring at the truth that living’s been the proof
It’s better back where we began
Facing down the fact we had it with the pack
We started at the journey’s end

Remember when the days were spent combing through the import bins?
While still a haze, this time was gauged by when the party would begin
We bucked the trends, were more than friends while living in our own cocoon
Fighting fears and shedding tears the years would pass by all too soon

Looking back again on what we lacked back then
It’s nothing consequential now
Dreaming to ascend, play dress up and pretend
A lifetime tipping sacred cows
Staring at the truth that living’s been the proof
It’s better back where we began
Facing down the fact we had it with the pack
We started at the journey’s end

Scratch and claw and beg and crawl you’re black and blue
Set your goals to chase your gold it’s what you do
Be careful what you ask for lest your dreams come true
Your suit and tie they fit just right and now you’re screwed
now you’re screwed
now you’re screwed
now you’re screwed
what will you do!?!?

Now we’ve seen around the bend, maturity and back again
Brighter days were not ahead just nine to fives for which we bled
Hindsight shines a spotlight on everything we really had
Exactly what we needed and in our shitty little punk crash pad

Looking back again on what we lacked back then
It’s nothing consequential now
Dreaming to ascend, play dress up and pretend
A lifetime tipping sacred cows
Staring at the truth that living’s been the proof
It’s better back where we began
Facing down the fact we had it with the pack
We started at the journey’s end

The journey’s end