Eight in the morning, drawing the world in 2D Tell me I can be an astronaut, as long as I believe Reading the paper, while I’m waking in a world of in between And I keep thinking about what it is exactly that I need? Try to keep on dreaming of that fortune Thinking of what you will or will not become Keep on up with the rat race Oh it’s Millennial Sadness Nine in the morning, drawing the world incomplete Tell me I can be the president, as long as I believe Watching the otters on the marine mammal rescue center screen And I keep thinking about how it is that I got so naive? Try to keep on dreaming of that fortune Thinking of what you will or will not become Keep on up with the rat race Oh, it’s Millennial Sadness Try to keep on dreaming of that fortune Thinking of what you will never become Don’t you know No need to carry the world alone Give on up on that rat race Oh and Millennial Sadness