Find yourself a substitute, consider anything
Seek it in the atmosphere, in fields and dawning springs
Look around and tell me what you think is happening
Find yourself a substitute, consider anything
Cherry pies and mystic lies intrude your feeble fort
Info-waves and tears of rave and time that's running short
Future mornings in a can and frantic nights spread wings
Find yourself a substitute, consider anything
Truth is vague, ambiguous, at least that's what they say, but still
There are some cases when you know you're right - you feel it
Can you feel it?
Find yourself a substitute 'cause if you won't you
Won't feel anything at all
Won't feel anything at all