It's Over

Everything's beautiful

Every day's a holiday

The day you live without it

Everything changes up

Everything shifts and falls

Unless you care about it

But you sit there in the darkness

And you make plans but they're hopeless

And you blame God when you're lonely

And you'll call it fate

When you show up too late and it's over

Here on the boulevard

You were the golden boy

A mix of brains and muscle

That was a lucky break

Luck is a thing you make

Not just another hustle

But you sit there in the darkness

And you make plans but they're hopeless

And you blame God when you're lonely

And you'll call it fate

When you show up too late and it's over

'Cause nothing can wait forever

They don't give unlimited chances in life

They hand you the knife

And tell you to cut it or run

So baby let's fly

Baby let's run

Baby let's run

'Cause everything's beautiful

Every day's a holiday

But days are getting shorter

The moon and the stars report

The boulevard's last resort

And now your last supporter

But you sit there in the darkness

And you make plans but they're hopeless

And you blame God when you're lonely

And you'll call it fate

When you show up too late and it's over