Too long ago a broken dreamer shot herself down
In broken dreams the years go fast days drag along
And she says to herself, 'it doesn't really matter
I'll move from this place, get my real life together
I'll grab my hat, I'll grab my coat, grab my name, I'll grab all that money and make my way back
And all around, and all around.
She stares into her cup and wonders what does it mean when the leaves go up
She stares into her hands and wonders, which line will make the bad dream end
In her mind she is an artist, she floats on water in her head she is golden
She'll grab her coat she'll grab her hat she'll grab all that money and make her way back
And all around, and all around, and all around, and all around
When she goes, when she goes, when she goes, when she goes
La la la la la la ......
And all around.....