Lately I need a better plan I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands 'Cause I have been a cerebral spouse Now my head wants to go into the emerald house
And I want to look out I don't want to bail out And I want to help out I don't want to nod out
I don't want to knock you down
But why am I still looking for a golden age? You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage Every time I look up at that blurry sun All I think about are bodies floating up Everybody ought to get that special glance Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance? It makes me wonder how I even wrote this song Does this not occur to almost everyone?
It makes a monkey retch It makes a monkey rich
Lately I want to be in my heart But where exactly is my heart and where does it start? I don't want that Tylenol Can I sing and make waves without crushing clams? I can help the little things but I have big plans I don't want that Tylenol
And I want to look out I don't want to bail out And I want to help out I don't want to nod out
I don't want to knock you down
But why am I still looking for a golden age? You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage Every time I look up at that blurry sun All I think about are spirits floating up Everybody ought to get that special glance Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance? It makes me wonder how I even wrote this song Does this not occur to almost everyone?