Did you get my last call
Regarding the new glass ball
Oh so sound

Shiny shiny balls of gold
How I wish that I never grow old
Oh so


So they say
How are things today

Hold on wait up
They take me overseas
So they say

How are things today
Hold on wait up
Where I want to be

These hands are made for picking dandelions
My feet are mine to walk on grass
Sunday morning wakes up

Bring my stairs down for a cupa
Oh so sound
Wish my time was more like yours

But arrogance is grasping my source
Oh so


So they say
How are things today
Hold on wait up

They take me overseas
So they say
How are things today

Hold on wait up
Where I want to be



God forgotten the common people like you
And they would never ask me for the truth

The truth

We would go back eighty years

Share our laughs and cherish our tears
Oh so


So they say
How are things today
Hold on wait up

They take me overseas
So they say
How are things today

Hold on wait up
Where I want to be...