There was certainly a beautiful life for him, for her, and for everyone It's been a long time since everyone has gone It's been a long time
I work for something enigmatic like a huge white box with no door Checking the gauge on the wall, reading at the normal, there's no trouble This is what I do everyday;
wake up, wash my face, drip a cup of coffee wash my clothes, and bloom the floor Feed the birds, check the gauge, water the flowers, play guitar, and eat two times a day That's the way my day
The grown-ups never tells me the truth, but only say "do your thing every day"
Looked up papers or radio, couldn't find any sort of a clue I don't think I'll snoop the truth, but still hearing something from a distance
"Tell us the truth, anyone and everyone. Where's our beautiful life? Don't take them away. Our beautiful life."
