It's the lifestyle that got away, slipped right through my hands that day 
The moon came up, the light came through the window of my old bedroom 
While my parents were asleep 
I imagined every way I could go with the blankets bunched at my feet 
How a million models will present themselves with everyone you meet 
I picked one, I couldn't resist, it blazed upon my writing desk 
lifetime reflected there, in the glass from the ol' state fair 
In the basket of my seat 
And I've never been so loaded with life as I was in that moonlight
The reasoning sure, the future secure, and everything in sight 
It's the lifestyle that got away, it slipped right through my hands that day 
When I think what might have been, it frightens me to sleep again 
I got the [bad word] on repeat 
I remember it well, the way it felt when the options wouldn't quit 
Now I watch them going, old men in clothes that someday might have fit