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 here before

All your friends at the 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