The Impossible Idea - Paul Weller

Corn dolly run — strictly meadows

Sat in the sun — waiting by

Run baby run — thru the meadows

Breathe baby breathe — such a life

While I’m hanging around

Til my eyes fix on the imposible idea

That I’ll change the world

Maybe I’ll come to the conclusion

I can’t even change my own life

And there I fall

Days simplify — strictly head on

Runs to the sun — he knows why

While I’m hanging around

Just to hit on

That impossible idea

That I might change it all

Sadly, under delusions of grandeur

Good is just not good enough dear

And there I fall

Oh what a shame

Such a sad poor parade

Befalls

Oh all up in smoke

What a joke

What’s become of us all

I like hanging around

Til I switch on

The impossible idea

That Love might

Change the world

Maybe I’ll come the conclusion

Until I can change myself

And there I’ll fall