I haven't found the formula to measure my distress

The tick-tock of my heart-clock tells my mind I'm so depressed


I searched behind the mirrors and I broke down all the walls



Is it something rare or new or is it something old?

Is it something old?



My driver takes me everywhere but I ain't seen a thing

At eighty miles an hour rolling hills don't seen a thing

I've searched the mountains and the streams but I can't find a clue



Is it something old or worn or is it something new?



I go where I go

I go where I go, I don't know



Such a silent world and an empty road

Behind that world is a pot of gold...



I woke up from a deep deep sleep and out the door I went

I didn't bother to turn back, my feet were sore and red

I searched behind the mirrors and I broke down all the walls



Is it something revenue or is it something old?



I go where I go

I go where I go, I don't know



Such a funny world and an empty road



I go where I go

I go where I go, I don't know



Such a funny world and an empty road

Behind that world is a pot of gold...



I'm sick of greedy people who just want a piece of me

They're all so clever and so bright and modern to the T

You smell them from a mile away but I don't really care



When it comes down to the facts

I laugh and walk away !

When it comes down to the facts

I laugh and walk away !

When it comes down to the facts

I laugh and walk away !

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