Sometimes I wonder why my friends, they all still sing their songs
Even when not so many sing along
There must be some kind of belief in the hearts or heads
That what they're doing beats out being dead
Sometimes I wonder why my friends they all still play guitar
It's not like they're in line to be rockstars
There must be some kind of belief in a better world
Where we could strum and smile and get the girl
And year by year life seems to pull us in a hundred ways
And life that's common tries to steal our days
So what keeps driving us to light the fuse, run down the hall
Turn up the music and blow down the wall?
I've been singing now
I've been singing now so very
But now I need a hand
Somebody join me here and sing along
Somebody sing along, won't somebody sing along?
And just exactly when
And just exactly when were we supposed to change the world?