As seen through a dark and formless cloud

Someone writes all my thoughts down,

In a pocket book by a little nook where I can rest for awhile

But there they often seem to stay

Never want to face the day

And so I take a trip and I drag em along

Make them sing for me, make them play for me for awhile

Riding my bicycle,

Touching the sky

I can do anything,

That I like

Sing my song for me,

Fire of my eyes

So I can do anything,

That I like