Brian played guitar.
He wasn’t very good,
That was his charm.
And he swore he’d be an indie god by 23.
Now he’s 25 and living on Long Island.
And I called him up, to finally do some catching up,
And that’s when he said to me,
Listen carefully…

“I was just a kid then.
Money makes the world spin
And if they tell you different, then they’re lying or they’re poor.
Good luck with your tour.”

Lauren sang for us.
She didn’t have a head voice, but who does?
And her plans were set to be a Broadway triple threat.
Then she met some guy at Brown who turned her world upside down.
Now they’re married with a kid.
I can barely believe it.
The other day she said to me
Listen carefully…

“I was just a kid then.
Family makes the world spin.
And if they tell you different, then they’re lying or they’re gay.
Good luck in L.A.”

John does people’s income tax.
Jesse works for Goldman Sachs.
David is at a desk all day, doing what, he can’t quite say.
Half my friends will spend their lives bored as hell from 9 to 5.

If nothing comes from writing songs, that could be me in not too long.

Now I’m freakin’ out
I can’t answer the phone, I might find out
That someone else I know is throwing in the towel, too.
Minivans and Christmas trees are smiling smugly, beckoning to me.
It’s all that I can do to turn my glance away from you and tell the people that I knew
To listen carefully…

Maybe you’ve forgotten
That music makes the world spin
And if they tell you different, then ignore the things they say.
Get up on stage and play!

– Chuck Coleman (2003)