Somebody made the wheel

Someone said what's the point

Critics come and critics go

The faithless follow fashion mister

Don't you know

Whatever you've got under your hat

You'll need a whole lot more than that.

This reminds me

Of all the reasons why I hated school

It seemed so black and white I mean

Every moment had a rule

Maybe that's why I see red

Boy you're such a sleepyhead

I wonder what will ever wake you up

The bells of a thousand firetrucks

I sure hope that one day you wake up

Sleepyhead

Higher higher even higher

Don't stop till my head is way up

In the clouds

I don't feel any different

But you sure seem so much smaller now

The door is always open wide

If you ever want to climb inside.