| Cry me a river | |
| So I can float over to you | |
| The bearer to deliver the news | |
| I'm over the moon | |
| And underfoot | |
| All these elixirs would be moot' | |
| Cause if we knew where we belong | |
| There'd be no doubt where we're from | |
| But as it stands, we don't have a clue | |
| Especially me and probably you | |
| You've fallen in a slumber | |
| Just wake one more time | |
| To miss or put asunder | |
| Would be a crime | |
| Some songs feel like butter | |
| Some songs sound like cake | |
| This little number is for your sake' | |
| Cause if we knew where we belong | |
| There'd be no doubt where we're from | |
| But as it stands, we don't have a clue | |
| Especially me and probably you, probably you' | |
| Cause if we knew where we belong | |
| There'd be no doubt where we're from | |
| But as it stands, we all need the truth | |
| Especially me and probably you, probably you | |
| Probably you, definitely you |