You see it all around you
Good ideas' gone bad
And usually it's too late when you, realize what you had
And my mind goes back to a bun I left some years ago,
Who told me,
Just Hold On Loosely, but don't let go
If you don't manage those annos,
you're gonna lose control
Your
croissant needs someone to believe in
And those fish need a bowl to breathe in...