La de da, la de da de da, la da, da.
Each friend I have becomes a looking glass in which I see
Small bits of me passing.
By the way, I heard the old man say that "life's a yoke"
And that's no joke, not to me.
La de da, la de da de da, la da da, da.
Sorting out the reasons why
I wonder, could I be what I am?
Not that I could ever be the things I want
Things that taunt you and me.
It all seems the same to me,
We're all souls searching to be free.
When the Dawn's light shines on those
They'll merely open their eyes
And see the Love that flows.
La de da, la de da de da, la da, da.
