(Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh)
Whatever happened to predictability -
The milk man, the paper boy, evening TV?
How did I get to living here?
Somebody tell me please!
This old world's confusing me -
With clouds as mean as you've ever seen
And a world that knows your tune.
Then a little voice inside you whispers,
'Please, don't sell your dreams so soon'!
Everywhere you look,
Everywhere you go
There's a heart