If all else fails we’ll laugh.
If we fall to the merciless hands of the fates you have to promise to laugh.
If we’re plunged into purgatory for eternity … promise to chuckle.
What else are we supposed to do?
Why take the world so seriously?
I’ll stop saying sorry. Dissolve into dust. Float on. Like that song…
Ghost towns fly by.
Don’t think twice, it’s alright … it’s just tomorrow.