I heard I was born an alien baby
Down on the far side of town
But I choose not to have any comment
I wouldn’t want to let anybody down

I never want to be old age or middle age
Have teenage angst, depression, or the blues
But when i hear them knocking on my front door
I’ll let 'em in cause i got nothing to lose

But does it really matter?
There really ain’t nothin to find
What’s on the line?

“You can’t always get what you want” people like to say
But there’s nothing wrong about complaining till ya do
Or better yet, inform someone who still gives a damn
Maybe they will see you through

But does it really matter?
There really ain’t nothin to find
What’s on the line?

The places at the bottom aren’t popular                                                              And at the top they’re few and far between
But as for me, it doesn’t matter where i am
More than likely I prob’ly won’t be seen

But does it really matter?
There really ain’t nothin to find
What’s on the line?