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 out the door

You could say you’re unworthy

And settle for a bit 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