Oh, you never learned the "whens" and "wheres" and "whys"
   And I still believe that you were dying to be everything
   To everyone and for all time
   Ah, the golden boy--did you stop trying?
  
   Did it turn out stale, or did it simply lose its wonder?
   Could you hold it up from out and under?
   Does the distance seem to dim-dumb-dim your memory?
   Does the distance seem to fell the hunger?
  
   Chorus:
   So you're left with your thoughts and where do you go
   Out the window or an open door
   And once you believed they could keep you awake--
   It's so deceiving.
   So you talk to yourself and what do you know
   You answer back with a "Don't say so"
   And once you believed you had something to say...
   It's so deceiving.
  
   So, you never learned the way to hold a crowd
   And it turns out now that you were dying to be everything
   To everyone and for all time
   Ah, the golden boy--did you stop trying?