| Yes it's far | |
| It's far and away | |
| I desire | |
| Still like to aspire | |
| When I run out of things to do | |
| I do myself | |
| Can you stay? | |
| Be still, be silent | |
| Will you obey? | |
| Too much movement | |
| When I run out of things to do | |
| I do myself | |
| It seems fine here | |
| But every year has a there | |
| I swear | |
| Brevity's in the dare | |
| When I run out of things to do | |
| I do myself | |
| Can you leave? | |
| Get up, get moving | |
| Do you believe, | |
| In where you're going? | |
| When I run out of things to do | |
| I do myself | |
| So let's go out | |
| Let's trust our weakened legs | |
| To conspire | |
| Still like to aspire | |
| When I run out of things to do | |
| I do myself | |
| I do myself | |
| I do myself | |
| I do myself | |
| When I run out of things to do | |
| I do myself | |
| I do myself | |
| I do myself | |
| I... |