Singer:my morning jacket
so much goin' on these days
forget about instinct
it's not what pays
pleasure
up and down my smile
a carton of eggs think
it's all worthwhile
tell me spirit
what has not been done?
i'll rush out and do it
or are we doin' it now?
fissure is the thrill of day
forget about feeling
that's not what pays
but you know
all of this can change
remember the promise as a kid you made
we are the innovators
they are the imitators
come on
hey don't you know how we started
we forgot about love
but weren't brokenhearted