In this part of the world
The day points like a sword
While the traffic lights are red and green
Then red and green again,
For a couple of hours, I'm gone
I hope it won't last too soon,
Two friends, four in nine
And the clock, and then the circle
Won't stop turning around,
Will I ever be where I want to
Will I ever, will I ever,
will I ever see what I want to?
Will I ever, will I ever,
will I ever be where I want to?
Will I ever, will I ever,
will I ever see what I want to?
Will I ever, will I ever,
will I ever be where I want to?
Will I ever, will I ever,
will I ever see what I want
The wallpaper's also part of the show