Wanting to be
To hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Clicks, clacks, riding the backs of giraffes for laughs
Is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel
To know what is real
Living is a, is a lie
But the porpoise is waiting, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye