I gotta go to that place where they store worn out things
What's that name?
By the time she gets home
I will be here in a phone
booth making long distance calls
to every number I make up
The chord of life has got my anxious heart

I feel the heavy hand of time
making gentle massage on my shoulders
Looking at my life from a cloud
You see
I've got to be proud
But still I'm fixed to the ground
and everywhere I look around
It feels as if we are all too shy to look up and see

I am a lamb in the snow
Still don't know where to go
It's a wide wild world

Funny how it all is so messed up
We seem to be undressed up
We run around in the dark
and listen to the radio in search of aliens
and lost souls like me

I feel the heavy hand of time
making a gentle massage on my shoulders
Looking at my life from a cloud
You see
I've got to be proud
But still I'm fixed to the ground
and everywhere I look around
It feels as if we are all too shy to look up and see