Keep your eyes on the road I'm the glass passenger And I sing for a traveling band Where I'll be tomorrow Guess god only knows It seems there is science at hand But I'll finish the shows when I land Hey Hey Hey We're all gonna die Hey Hey Hey We're all gonna die We're all gonna die someday New England turned gray Found the old TLA Through the lens of my Polaroid camera The label looked proud The New York show sold out But I noticed a change in the weather It's getting cold Could you hand me my sweater? So keep your eyes on the road I'm the glass passenger I've returned to the scene of the crime With my bus and my band I am taking a stand So sing with me just one more time
