Do you need a reason
We should commit treason
And bring into this world a son?And leave the valleys of the young
Valleys of the young
Valleys of brunch and tediumWell, your friends will become strange to you
Just as you will become strange to them
You'll live across a great divide
And the problems that seem like luxuries
They're off getting stoned and hugging trees
All the things you'll be forsaking
Still our hearts are constantly breakingFrom their cradle to our grave
Is it selfish, or is it brave?Do you need a reason we've
Been making all to become three
And believe in this holy valleyLand of brunch and misery
I'm living on
The valleys of the youngNow you're going on 64
Driving down 65, to the hospital
To see if your adult son will survive or not
After taking those pills in the parking lot
You know the one behind the MarriottThis is a dream you won't be waking
Still our hearts are constantly breakingFrom their cradle to our grave
Is it selfish, is it brave?
From their cradle to our grave
Is it selfish or is it brave?