I see the world it's going 'round. Seems to me it's upside down. Looking for something to say. I feel a little different anyway. Yeah, yeah. Does it make much sense to you? Doin' all those things you do. Making sure that I'm alright? Yeah, I'm fine!

I wish I knew nothing at all Oh, I'm missing all the things I knew Yet wish I knew nothing at all Three's my lucky number And fortune comes in threes But I wish I knew that number That even little children seem to see Oh, I'm missing everything I knew

All those memories Didn't cost us anything All the shiny cars, perfect yards Chasin' store bought dreams We work so hard to have it all When all the things we want are free Magnavox in the living room CBS and NBC

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

I know he thinks about her when he plays guitar Singing, singing, singing Ooh la la, he breaks my heart American, 'merican, 'merican boy Know it's my American boy And ooh la la, my American boy And insecure 'bout all the things you say (say, say, say,

We're walking, we're walking So walk this way! Walk this way! Make the elevator come a little faster I'm pushing all the buttons but nothing's happening Please god don't let anybody see me Please god, I'll do anything you ask of me I promise no more

All you've ever wanted (Little things give you away) Was someone to truly look up to you (Little things give you away) Little things give you away All you've ever wanted Was someone to truly look up to you I mean nothin' to you The little things give you

Turn your face Walk away until you're not standing at my door Turn your face, walk away and stay In my memory, all the small things, like daggers in my mind In my memory, while my head bleeds, the words I'll never find That I always meant to say to you I

Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,