Every thing you do becomes insolvent Brimming about But the finicky broadcast in your mind Causes you to lose your impulse While you drift to your celestial high Delirious on a cloud Oh don’t they all wish to be with you Not a single regard to attended But don’t you itch to be like them Alive, brisk and ambitious With not a moment to lose While your brimming about nothing Never aspiring to anything at all The high life’s not so high When it hits rock bottom all alone Your cloud seems like a shadow And your broadcast know make sense Telling you to move on And so you do so