Nowadays, there are countless false paths
Each one of them starts off ceremoniously with a golden door
While fanfares play
I keep dropping objects along the way
So that I could find my way back
But someone seems to be collecting them before I can get back to them
I wander around and buy a thousand losing lottery tickets
Goodbye, mom, I haven't been taking my medication
Goodbye, mom, I haven't been taking my medication
A moment of time to enjoy, a moment of time to sing a song
I marvel at how everything floats on by
Midsummer passes by, then Christmas, once again
I take the first train to somewhere and wake up in a small village
I've got to write home to mom, the women here are like hags
They ask me, "Are you from around here?"
Goodbye, mom, I haven't been taking my medication
Goodbye, mom, I haven't been taking my medication
It's amazing how much you can do
While actually doing very little
The important thing is to seem busy, and to look sexy
Mom, I don't know what these songs are about
I swallow the sun and shine light and love upon passersby
And upon the hags in this village too
A moment of time to enjoy, a moment of time to sing a song
I wonder at how everything floats on by
Midsummer passes by, then Christmas, once again
Goodbye, mom, I haven't been taking my medication
Goodbye, mom, I haven't been taking my medication
Mom, please come take me home
Goodbye, mom
Mom, please come take me home