I'm running down a life

HAPPY IS A YUPPIE WORD

Everyone dies
Everyone loves a fight
Nothing is sound
Nothing is right side right
Evening comes when the sun goes down in red
Nothing is cool
When will all the fighting end
When will all the fighting end

Happy is a yuppie word
Nothing in the world could fail me now
It's empty as an argument
I'm running down a life that won't cash out

Everything fails
Everything runs its course
A time and a place for all of this love and war
Everyone buys
Everyone's got a price
And nothing is new
When will all the failures rise
When will all the failures rise

Happy is a yuppie word
Blessed is the man who's lost it all
Looking for an orphanage
I'm looking for a bridge I can't burn down
I don't believe the emptiness
I'm looking for the kingdom coming down
Everything is meaningless
I want more than simple cash can buy
Happy is a yuppie word
Happy is a yuppie word

-Jon Foreman