The Balance Video (MV)

Nineteen-hundred-sixty-four
We were kids, didn't know about the war
Still wasting time in school
There were Joe and Sue, Jack and Jim

A couple more in the second string
All the rest just weren't cool
Ah, we'd hang around in our little gang
Having dreams, making plans

For the outside world
But when I see us now
I really find it strange
How little, how much we've changed

In the years gone by
I guess it's meant to be that way
Jimmy always played the clown
It was his way of hanging on to the crowd

But when he was down he'd come around
To get his hands on every agent known to man
No matter how from aspirin to zylatoll
Crazy Jimmy tried them all

And he was dying but now he's fine
For he gets up at five o'clock
Runs ten miles in the L.A. smog
Still crazy

I've heard him say that anything worth really doing
Should be done until you're falling down
And though he left the road to ruin
He's found a new way to the ground

He still ain't found his balance
Joe was never hard to please
When they said "Go" he went overseas into battle
He stuck it out to the bitter end

Lived like a dog, fought like a man in the saddle
And when he came home from Vietnam
They said "The war did him no harm"
They're lying

He's known to cry and scream at times, in his dreams
Holding off the nightmares that he sees
Time may heal the nightly screaming
But the scars will still remain

He fights so hard to kill his demon
At times the pain drives him insane
Trying to regain his balance
Jack and Susie lost no tome

They went to college and carried signs in the rally
And finally with cap and gown
They tied the knot and settled down in the valley
Oh but now they've got two little boys

The place is filled with broken toys and dreams
For it seems that Jack, in spite of his degree
Moonlights at night, in the factory
Susie's got the house and the children

But no time for her to grow
And Jack is making their first million
And until they can't let go
I guess they'll owe the balance

We don't talk much anymore
Seems our little gang is bored with callin'
Anyway we're too busy with gettin' on
And looking out for number one

Is all we got in common
With business, home, family
Are we ever all that we could be?
Trading in our fantasy

We live this part time life
Of false security
Seems to me that doers never dream enough
And dreamers often do nothing at all
And to find that middle ground is rough

But I'll be damned if I let go
Stop looking for the balance