人生漫游指南

Guess you won't believe, I'm almost thirty-three

Dying in my broken dreams

All the birds and bees, black steeple pine trees

Passersby are staring at me

As we slide down, as we roam

I see blue bubbles in our room

Sucking moonlight in a balloon

I see blue bubbles in our room

I'll be on the road, to somewhere I belong

A place that I can drink from night to dawn

Life is high and low, this talk of getting old

Are making me feel sad and wrong

As we slide down, as we roam

I see blue bubbles in our room

Sucking moonlight in a balloon

I see blue bubbles in our room

I become so nostalgic

And I've got no perspective

All my friends they all rat on me

I just wanna go home

But there's no home for me