Is this the best it gets
Before I'm laid to rest?
When I am through the gates with old acquaintances, embroidering the truth
Will stories be from pre-today, or from an archive yet to make?
Is this the best it gets?
How do I know?
The best that it gets?
How do I know?
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view
We've all a story to sell, we've all a lie that we tell
And it goes on and on, and on and on
Is this the best it gets?
Could be surprises yet
When I become the subject of ancestors faded photograph, no name
A beacon or a burden, guiding light, helpful or plain insane
Is this the best it gets?
How do I know?
The best that it gets?
How do I know?
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view
We've all a story to sell, we've all a lie that we tell
And it goes on and on, and on and on
Oh, disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view
We've all a story to sell, we've all a lie that we tell
And it goes on and on, and on and on and on
And on, and on, and on
And on
Is this the best it gets?