This listless life just drifts on by,
Like the clouds which float up high.
All is still and nothing moves.
On each and everything I disapprove.

So turn the wheel. Let life be good.
Let us all be understood.
Let the Sun now break through.
Let this golden globe echo our life's view.

Then take us from this world of trouble.
Prick and pop this secret bubble.
And through the tears of heaven let us smile,
Knowing that life is all worthwhile.