Bits of this apply to me and bits don't yet but might. Maybe I just like the song. I don't know.

The boy's gone. The boy's gone home. The boy's gone. The boy's gone home

What will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded
And what will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have sounded
Well I hope I never have to see that day but by god I know it's headed our way
So I better be happy now that the boy's going home. The boy's gone home.

And what becomes of a day for those who rage against it
And who will sum up the phrase for all left standing around in it
Well I suppose we'll all make our judgement calls
We'll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall
And we better be happy now that we'll all go home, yeah we'll all go home.

Be so happy with the way you are
Just be happy that you made it this far
Go on be happy now. Please be happy now...

Because you say that this, this is something else, alright
I say that this, this is something else, alright
You say that this, oh, this is something, this is something else, oh this is oh oh this is yeah oh this is something else...
I tried to live my life and live it so well
But when it's all over is it heaven or is it hell
I better be happy now that no one can tell, say nobody knows
I'm gonna be happy with the way that I am
I'm gonna be happy with all that I stand for
And I'm gonna be happy now because the boy's going home.
The boy's gone home.

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