How could you even begin to change the mood that I'm in, it's not really a question, I'm guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the lesser, as for the rest, well I'll get on it when I get there(x2)
Oh what a wonderful thought, to think that you can get out when you're stuck in the dark, so keep it moving sweetheart, bleeding with a bleak heart is nothing to you, and even the elite few fail to appease you with nothing prove, oh -- slow -- up and let the good times roll, I'm stepping on the clouds, checking on the crowd all surround me -- me -- me -- me
How could you even begin to change the mood that I'm in, it's not really a question, I'm guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the lesser, as for the rest, well I'll get on it when I get there(x2)
And when I get there, hope there's roses at my feet, everybody dancing, hope they're holding on the beat, and I hope my past excursions are felt, working by the urges that determine my wealth, while I was working on the courage to encourage myself, when assurance wasn't further than the hurt that I felt, so -- slow -- up and let the good times roll, my head is in the clouds, barely touch the ground and it's all for me -- me -- me -- me.
How could you even begin to change the mood that I'm in, it's not really a question, I'm guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the lesser, as for the rest, well I'll get on it when I get there(x2)
