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 akes me everywhere but I ain't seen a thing
At eighty miles an hour rolling hills all seem the same
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
It's such a funny world and an empty road
Behind that world is a file of gold...
I wake 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 silent world and an empty road
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 file 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 you laugh and walk away
When it comes down to the facts you laugh and walk away
When it comes down to the facts you laugh and walk away
When it comes down to the facts you laugh and walk away!