A Million Things to Do

We come out to become what our dreams could never be I'm gonna string them up in chains Drag them around this dirty town Show them off to all my friends But they won't understand If old age is the reason I want to be your everything Well then our days are out in space Forty years they'll take to replace I'm gonna feel like Hell in the morning If you intend to follow me on through And comfort me until I begin to fade Then old age is the reason I want to be your everything