| Yesterday the sky looked sweet
|
| When we dropped a big bomb at our feet
|
| And sometime soon we all might zoom
|
| To space and continue with another zoo
|
| Work and pace for paper face
|
| Spend it wisely and keep it safe
|
| Because the human race is a non-stop race
|
| With too many trials, but no real case
|
| Something about this second
|
| Something about this hour
|
| Take away the money
|
| Then the time becomes the power
|
| A moment just to swim
|
| And to shower and to sing
|
| And to brighten and to dim
|
| And to sleep and to wander in
|
| Nothing
|
| Oh sweet nothing
|
| Today we’re doing nothing at all
|
| La la la la la
|
| Yesterday I climbed a hill
|
| Then cycle down speedy on a great big wheel
|
| Feeling ill, labored still
|
| Grinding and stressing in that giant mill
|
| Drove a car, stop and start
|
| Round and 'round in circles never got too far
|
| Running barefoot on the hot, hot tar
|
| Cause if you stop, then you burn, then your feet get scars
|
| Something about this instance
|
| Something about this minute
|
| Striving for the future
|
| But don’t realize that we’re in it
|
| A moment just to float
|
| To ponder and to dote
|
| To dry and to soak
|
| And to take a little toke of that |