If you keep your options open 
 There are places you will go 
 They will treat you like the kings and queens 
 your parents thought you'd be when you were born 
 You'd see it all, with your head up standing tall 
 and you'd look back and think it's funny 
 how you spent your time and money 

 In this world 
 Living in this perfect world 
 Everyone can write a song. 

 Let me tell you mister 
 you should always talk to strangers 
 because you never really know the brilliant things that you might hear 
 like all of the fall of civilizations caused far off constellations 
 or we all aren't really here, we're just quantum sized good vibrations 

 In this world 
 Living in this perfect world 
 Even strangers sing along 

 If you keep your options open 
 there are places you will go 
 It might be [bad word]  it might be heaven, might be nothing, 
 maybe something else 
 who knows? 
 I can't really say for sure 
 because I've never really been dead before 
 But I guess someday I'll know it, 
 or perhaps maybe I won't 

 In this world, 
 Living in this perfect world. 
 None of us will ever die.