There was a time I felt invincible. I was infinite, and free. I laughed and loved with abandon, I made the most of everything I'd been handed. From the neon lights of Tokyo, to the stars above New Buffalo. I laughed and loved with abandon. I made the most of everything I'd been handed. Ooh yeah, I wonder where that person went? Ooh yeah, I wonder if this is permanent? The blind devotion to a way of living. The scared subscription to a new religion. (There was a time I felt invincible. I was infinite, and free. I laughed and loved with abandon, I made the most of everything I'd been handed). Ooh yeah, the person I was would never stand for this. But ooh yeah, the person I'm now craves a permanence. The blind devotion to a way of living. It's a scared subscription to a new religion. But oh, I'm not so blind that I can't see what I've abandoned. It's a wonderful life I've been handed. Coming back home I see the truth: there's more than just what we've got to lose. There's still mystery in the magic, there's still glow to the lights. My mom would probably say it was Jesus Christ. Pray, then, I can feel invincible again.