Meaning is sometimes hard to spot It begins with the flickering of cigarettes In the darkness of a dorm room Ssomewhere in the suffocated mid-west But if this is real then I was mistaken And if there is truth then why can't we find it? But beauty comes to those who have been waiting For something that is bigger than themselves But this is the sound of the hopeless kids As they scream from the basements Of the houses of their parents And this is the sound of the hopeless ones As they stare down at their books And realize that they've been lied to But if this is real then I was mistaken And if the vision's gone, then I was not aware Consistency like that which I have craved Is that people change so unexpectedly And realization finds you in a drunken airport Some planes depart and others never arrive So with this in mind I don't plan on waiting If it's time to leave and break these old ties Without something more the vision is fading But until it's gone the pain will make us try It'll make us try But this is the hope I've been searching for As the wings catch the sunlight Of the cold Nebraska skyline And this is the dream I am dying in As I wake to find tomorrow Be content without perfection But if this is real then I was mistaken And if the vision's gone then I was not aware psst...he doesnt exist