Is that all America? Bad television, living in denial, I know 'Cause I don't wanna know
Wanna run, wanna fly Let my illusions take me through the night It's alright, wanna be the light
I was born in a cardboard box New York City, 1963 Poetry readings and bohemians Now inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud I can hear you sing like an angel
Merilee, Merilee, she takes forever But she's always laughing, laughing about anything I could be so happy As long as my friends are hangin' around me
Are we all fast food and no introspection? All done with mirrors, but no real reflection I wanna live in my own little world Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud I can hear you sing like an angel
Naivete'...this world is lost on me Naivete'...I don't wanna know anyway
I always pictured my life this way As two women order their chardonnay Sitting alone in some dirty cafe Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud I can hear you sing like an angelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
