Happy

Always wonders where to go
Lead nor follow he lays low
And he sings his song
'Cause that the only song he knows

Friends and foes have come and gone
While he remains where he'd begun
And he became withdrawn
Standing still while they moved on

He says, I wish I could live their lives as well
'Cause making up my mind is quite a hell

Is it left or right?
Should I step down or should I fight?
And if I'm wrong
Will I still be happy?
Is it do or die?
With salad or soup on the side?
And if I'm wrong
Will I still be happy?

He was taught to take it slow
And find those things that make him glow
But now he's seen it all
And he's got nothing he can show

He says, I wish I could live their lives as well
'Cause making up my mind is quite a hell

Is it left or right?
Should I step down or should I fight?
And if I'm wrong
Will I still be happy?
Is it do or die?
With salad or soup on the side?
And if I'm wrong
Will I still be happy?