Stoned in the living room I make my home

But think of when you sang my songs

These days would you sing along?

No the truth is they're just not that fun

Home, on the subway ride, that’s where I read my notes

I think of when I used to read on my couch

Oh, back then I had a lot more time to myself

Now there’s a world out there and it needs my help!

The truth is, the truth is…

The truth is it’s just not that fun