I don't know where I am
and I don't care
All I know is that the stars
they tend to tell me where you are
I swear you look so much better
when you're walking around in your forest green sweater
Givin' breath to the leaves.
I still don't know who you are
and I've got nothing to say in my defense
So I keep my eyes on the ground
But you could pour a bowl of ceral over this whole city
and still keep your cool.