Lookin' through stars
Not lookin' for jazz
Just tryin' to find
The first of the last

Keep rollin' up, baby
Keep rollin' up
Keep taking notes,
And comparing lies
From the kings and queens
of Bohemia

Utopian dream
Gone through the smoke
Given up the glimmer
Given up the hope

Penchant monkey
Seeking out gold
A fool for the fiddle
A fool for the gold

And she don't care,
No, she don't care -
She wears her
Benjamin Franklin Glasses
And just does not care

But oh, when she dies
She'll look through the lenses
Of her final choices
And come to her senses