Why do I have to follow you

To know just who I am?

I have enough previous worlds

To know which one I′m in

These words, these words

Mean nothing to my soul

These words, these words

Serve only to fill up a hole

Why can't I flow softly downstream

Without the violent surf

If I knew who I was talking about

Perhaps I′d know my worth

These words, these words

Mean nothing to my soul

These words, these words

Serve only to fill up a hole

(Epic xylophone solo, yes . . . xylophone)

These words, these words

Mean nothing to my soul

(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)

These words, these words

Serve only to fill up a hole