If you keep your options open
There are places you will go
They will treat you like the kings and queens
Your parents thought you'd be when you were born
You'd see it all, with your head up standing tall
And you'd look back and think it's funny
How you spent your time and money

In this world
Living in this perfect world
Everyone can write a song.

Let me tell you mister
You should always talk to strangers
Because you never really know the brilliant things that you might hear
Like all of the fall of civilizations caused far off constellations
Or we all aren't really here, we're just quantum sized good vibrations

In this world
Living in this perfect world
Even strangers sing along

If you keep your options open
There are places you will go
It might be hell, it might be heaven, might be nothing,
Maybe something else
Who knows?
I can't really say for sure
Because I've never really been dead before
But I guess someday I'll know it,
Or perhaps maybe I won't

In this world,
Living in this perfect world.
None of us will ever die.