I can't believe I'm stuck here in the room
When I look out my window at night I don't see the moon
But I'm happy to be happy again
I've been pitching the idea ever since I was 22
And the calendar says I'm almost 26
Well that just can't be true
But I'm happy to be happy again
And this trickles up and down my spine
Like grains from an hour glass
I know it will pass
I tried to leave the house but there was no use
I declined to stay in bed cos it seemed like something I could do
Still I'm happy to be happy again