That song is playing on the classic radio tonight and I am fine
I am fine
Maybe you can see the stars that once shone in my eyes and I am fine, 
I swear I’m fine

Fame and fortune were waiting there for me
Simply something that was always meant to be

Way back then we were stupid and contagious
A generation thinking that Kurt Cobain could save us
If the antidote to happiness is finding yourself famous
Then I’ll go on, 
Singing in dark places

April 5th, 94, was when I heard the news that he was gone
He was gone
A disillusioned idol drowning in his own success and he was gone
He was gone

Neil said it’s better to burn out then fade away
But is 27 really when you’ve said all you can say?

Way back then we were stupid and contagious
A generation thinking that Kurt Cobain could save us
If the antidote to happiness is finding yourself famous
Then I’ll go on, 
Singing in dark places

Perhaps the world looks different with all your dreams In Bloom
Perhaps you’d see things different if you hadn’t gone too soon.

Way back then we were stupid and contagious
A generation thinking that Kurt Cobain could save us
If the antidote to happiness is finding yourself famous
Then I’ll go on, 
Singing in dark places