Golden Record
All your friends are gonna leave you
Busy making little creatures
Old flames at the party
Have started leaving early
Up before the sunrise, looking after young lives
While you play late on the radio
Dust that never settles on that golden record
Oh, what are you afraid of now?
Worried you might be finally happy, strange as it sounds
Leave everything at the door
Maybe it's heaven and you just haven't been herе before
All your friends at thе table
Have their stories to tell
And your best friend's daughter
She's still getting taller
Measuring out their lives with every passing school year
While you're on album number nine
Dust that never settles on that silver record
Oh, what are you afraid of now?
Worried you might be finally happy, strange as it sounds
Leave everything at the door
Maybe it's heaven and you just haven't been here before
Oh, what are you afraid of now?
Worried you might be finally happy, strange as it sounds
Leave everything at the door
Maybe it's heaven and you just haven't been here before
(Oh, what are you afraid of now?)
Been here before (Worried you might be finally happy, strange as it sounds)
Maybe it's heaven
(Maybe it's heaven) And you just haven't been here before