My listless life just drifts on by
Like the clouds that float up high
All is still. I see nothing move.
And of all things I disapprove.
And so turn thy wheel. Let life be good.
Then let us all be understood
Let the Sun now break through.
Let this golden globe echo my life's view.
Take me from this world of trouble
Prick and pop this secret bubble
And through the tears of heaven let me smile
Thinking after all life is worthwhile