When I wake in the morning
Of a bad skin day,
And I can't face my lover
On a bad skin day,
I this alone?
Volcano has [bad word] 
And the ash sails down,
And I'm a poor soul of Pompeii.
Oh Christ, I'm such a drama queen
On a bad skin day.

And you're far from me.
You're all far from me.
Right where I want you to be,
Far from me.

I could've got a job.
I could've been a contender,
(When I never ...)
'Cause the streak is only so long,
They're all different shades
Of the same song.
There's a wind in these sails
(It feels like I'm always waiting,
It feels like I'm never leading)
For the gold in them there hills
(Feels like I'm never leading),
Them there hills.

And they're far from me
(Someday we'll all wear a crown),
Far from me.
(Someday we'll be the fairest of them all.)
Oh, far from me.
(Someday we'll have an open top bus parade.)
Far from me.
(Someday we'll do the sorry charade.)

It feels like we're always waiting,
It feels like we're never leading.
It feels like we're always waiting,
It feels like we're never leading.
It feels like we're always waiting,
It feels like we're never leading.
It feels like we're always waiting,
It feels like we're never ...

Far from me!
(Someday we'll all wear a crown.)
Far from me.
(Someday we'll be the fairest of them all.)
Oh, far from me.
(Someday we'll have an open top bus parade.)
Far from me.
Far from me.
(Someday we'll do the sorry charade.)
Far from me.

Someday we'll all wear a crown.
Far from me.
Someday we'll be the fairest of them all.
So far from me.
Someday we'll have an open top bus parade.
Far from me.
Someday we'll do the sorry charade.

(It feels like we're always waiting,
It feels like we're never leading.
It feels like we're never leading.
It feels like we're never leading.)