Looking out the window
I am looking up at the tree
And I'm pondering the things
That are bigger than me
Going down the highway
Gettin' as far away as I can
And I am filling up the engine
I am feelin' like a man
Lookin' up at the blue sky
As I'm taking a little walk
Yea, I don't wanna listen
And I don't wanna talk
In some other moment
In some other day
We'd be like Indians and angels
And zebras and grey
Nothing ever changes 'round here
It's the same old story you don't wanna hear
No more glitter, no more cheer
Just the same old story you don't wanna hear
Staring at the pigeons
I'm staring at the hens
And I'm pondering the things
That I'll never do again
And I know that I shouldn't worry
And I know that I shouldn't care
But that don't do me no good
As I'm sitting here in this chair
Nothing ever changes 'round here
It's the same old story you don't wanna hear
No more glitter, no more cheer
Just the same old story you don't wanna hear