Sometimes I feel that I want something more, Then sometimes I'm content to lie down on the floor, And I can't help but wonder If this is all that I've been searching for.
Just a strange place to lay my head, And foreign surroundings to make up my bed, Then I can't help but wonder If this is a scene from a book that I've yet to have read.
The first time I went to Disney World, And we were crossing a bridge, I asked, "Is this all some part of a story?" And my grandma said, "Of course it is!"
She was referring to Cinderella. You know, the one who met that charming prince, But I was talking about all of life, And I've felt misunderstood ever since.