Loans

Everyone's got their own plans
A map of Brooklyn on the backs of their hands
But no one ever seems to find
Their way through the door

You could say you're unworthy
And settle for a piece of jersey
Or you could cram in the train
As if there's something to fight for

They're always saying
"You'll never make it on your own
Why don't you take another loan?"
Before you know it
You're hardly fighting for yourself
Owned by everybody else
And I'll never understand, no I'll never understand

Maybe it's time to revisit Camus
That myth of Sisyphus is sizzling you
And a stone with that kind of weight
Could put a dent in your interest

For all the times you could lie awake
And ponder if there was a better mistake
It doesn't matter, doesn't matter
You're screwed either way

They're always saying
"You'll never make it on your own
Why don't you take another loan?"
Before you know it
You're hardly fighting for yourself
Owned by everybody else
And I'll never understand, no I'll never understand

Scrawled in pen across your palm
Remember all you've got to pay
You'd better find a way
Looming thick above the calming river
All you've got to pay
You'd better find the way to all you'll ever know

That's the way it goes
That's the way it goes
That's the way it goes
That's the way it goes
That's the way it goes
That's the way it goes