Thoughts like leaves drifting when you try to unwind
Cluttering up all the worlds within your mind
Far gone days, head’s in a haze letting
Go of the here and now to think about pains Getting
Over it to go over and over it
Over and over it until your head’s gonna split
All the blacks and whites and ups and downs
The crying faces and lying clowns
Strung up minstrels and beat down drums
The easy blonde and brunette with the great
Teachers yelling and preachin and tryin
You’re just running and hiding and screaming and lying
But in the happy here it’s almost romance
The great plot for a film with a dance
You’re the star, writer, director, the works
Life goes your way if you put in enough work