| This is what we wanted | |
| This is where we ought to be | |
| But is it really, really happening? | |
| This is what we live for | |
| This is where we ought to be | |
| But is it really, really happening? | |
| My overcoat wants something more | |
| It wants to help me out | |
| But it's getting in the way today | |
| My scarf is wet, my neck is drenched | |
| I don't accept what it recommends | |
| My wool socks too, they feel abused | |
| Each toe is suffering | |
| Keep wiggle and stretching them | |
| Just wanna keep things moving | |
| This is what we wanted | |
| This is where we ought to be | |
| But is it really, really happening? | |
| This is what we live for | |
| This is where we ought to be | |
| But is it really, really happening? | |
| The silver spoons we hold | |
| Can't feed the hands that follow | |
| A moon that shines so low | |
| Can break right through its shadow | |
| This is what we wanted | |
| This is where we ought to be | |
| But is it really, really happening? | |
| This is what we live for | |
| This is where we ought to be | |
| But is it really, really happening? | |
| Everything's on the floor | |
| I can't remember a thing | |
| Everything is a mess | |
| Are things really moving? | |
| (Is this really, really happening?) | |
| The phone shouldn't ring | |
| The calories never burn | |
| The energy won't stop | |
| Cuz things are really moving | |
| (Is this really, really happening?) | |
| Is this really, really happening? |