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.