I got, I got - I gotta get out of this place...

Blank space, I fill it up slowly

Although I always dream high, I wake up lowly

Never have I once had a genuine feeling, lying with my mouth open staring at the ceiling

They say night-time thoughts are revealing, but I keep them to myself - these foolish things

These foolish things. They overfly

One about a poorman - we remember

He became a millionaire

Starts with a row-boat but it don't float so he bought Queen Mary

Throwing up the fruits of a life of failure, I choke on the smoke of the drowning sailor

Drunk as a lord as I watch him sink, choking on vanity, pride, and his own insanity

Glory slipping through his fingers he pours another glass and softly sings...

These foolish things are sent to try us. On feathered wings they slowly overfly us

Despite the slings we're putting out fires with gasoline - these foolish things

One who thought a lot about love and all the things he could do to make himself more lovable;

Just the right blend of serious and frivolous, confident and stylish taking care of business

Through the years of this process he never discovers that love is what you give to others - these foolish things

These foolish things. They overfly