There

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

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

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