Three unwise men travel underground. Feeling inside makes a buzzin' sound. Lost their bearings, lost all direction. Still they push on. . These stepping-stones are all overgrown.
The best thing I can do right now is admit defeat. But I know I won't as everything I say I feel I must repeat. And if you ever was to ask me I'd gladly come here again.
You took the fun don't think its yours to keep. I'm coming back to gets what's mine. The trolley of life is full with nothing that I like. So bring it round some other time.
I'm walking round pretty down on my luck. when I saw my reflection in puddle and said to myself. 'how's ot come so cold and numb in this town of mine..