Chorus: How could you even begin to change the mood that I´m in, it´s not really a question, I´m guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the lesser, as for the rest, well I´ll get on it when I get there. (x2)

Oh what a wonderful thought, to think that you can get out when you´re stuck in the dark, so keep it moving sweetheart, bleeding with a bleak heart is nothing to you, and even the elite few fail to appease you with nothing prove, oh – slow – up and let the good times roll, I´m stepping on the clouds, checking on the crowd all surround me – me – me – me.

Chorus: How could you even begin to change the mood that I´m in, it´s not really a question, I´m guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the lesser, as for the rest, well I´ll get on it when I get there. (x2)

And when I get there, hope there´s roses at my feet, everybody dancing, hope they´re holding on the beat, and I hope my past excursions are felt, working by the urges that determine my wealth, while I was working on the courage to encourage myself, when assurance wasn´t further than the hurt that I felt, so – slow – up and let the good times roll, my head is in the clouds, barely touch the ground and it´s all for me – me – me – me.

Chorus: How could you even begin to change the mood that I´m in, it´s not really a question, I´m guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the lesser, as for the rest, well I´ll get on it when I get there. (x2)