The Lost Years

So Mister Einstein, what'd you do then?

'Cause there's a hole in your resume after 1910

You were a brilliant man when you were 23

But then you sat in your pajamas and you watched TV

In the lost years when your life stalls out

You start sinking in the weight of doubt

Lost your vision, got no faith

And stoped moving in the human race

Stuck in the suck-muck, sick with fear

Still sinking in the lost years

This aint' no Kodak moment

These times are best forgotten

This is the part you'll be ashamed of

This is the prozac tunnel

This is the Rip Van Winkle

This is the embryo you came from

So Mister Einstein, Mister Prodigy

You know the pride that you stand on works like a water ski

Yeah, the motion of the ocean made you stand up straight

But now your tow boat's stalled and you're only shark bait

Chorus

Look, your soul said something's missing

But you would never listen

It gave you signals but you missed 'em

So this is the desperate measure

This is the hidden treasure

This is like a strike against the system

See it's your last chance but you might find out

In the ocean of the dark and doubt

Past the panic, through the tears

The sharp shackle of the phantom fears

Gives up its death grip and disappears

Still sinking in the lost years