Goodbye world, adios
This is where IЎЇm getting off
They say I'm lost
But I'm happy here
All you boys and you girls
Who were not made for this world
I know a way to where you'll feel immune
Underneath a distant moon
Memories mingle with dreams
Like old newspapers in the wind
Sometimes they drift along for miles
Or cling to something for a while
Before they're gone
Over the roof tops and beyond
