Bubbleheads -

Picking up the pieces that you left behind

Happiness is what I want,

But it’s not my time

Well that’s what they say,

But it’s getting real old

And time keeps flirting

With my impressionable soul

Wish it was as easy as flicking a cigarette

Then again I don’t smoke

So what do I know?

Its never too late,

But I can’t cling on to hope

And time keeps flirting

With my impressionable soul

If only words were

Made of little people we could build,

A house big enough to cover our heads

Our intoxicated, inflated bubbleheads

Our intoxicated inflated bubbleheads

Our intoxicated complicated bubbleheads

That’s what we are,

That’s what we do

When we’re out of line

Say say say,

Maybe all will fall into place

But time keeps screaming

Like I am out of space

If only words were

Big enough to make you change your

mind,

Our love will never find a better time,

Yet, everything’s gonna be just fine

You say, everything’s gonna be just fine

you say

Everything’s gonna be just fine you…

everything’s gonna be just fine

If only words were

Made of little people we could build,

A house big enough to cover our heads

Our intoxicated, inflated bubbleheads

Our intoxicated inflated bubbleheads

If only words were

Made of little people we could build,

A house big enough to cover our heads

Our intoxicated, inflated bubbleheads