Just living on a sunday morning,
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I
Just thought I'd think about all the things to get and keep getting,
Never enough not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now
Parody of yourself in color,
Giving it to everybody but your mother
You've got much to think about, soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it just might be
[The fast part again]