A story ‘bout nobody…desperate but not gone. A story ‘bout somebody… lonely, a prisoner on the run. A story ‘bout bein’ withbody… looks like happiness is gone.
Every day a beauty, a bubble in a lake, As schools of fish swim elegantly for no man’s sake. While away the hours for boredom never no come, it’ll greet you in the dark alley, it’ll greet you in the bright sun. Say hi to boredom, it’s what makes life fun. For without boredom life is dull, no… really, it’s dumb.
For what a condor, to a plane what the normal, to insane what a hare, to the great plains. I’m trying to tell you, I’m tryna make it plain.
Happy are you hun, why? when is it your happiness begun? For without boredom we cannot become. I’m telling you, without boredom… Life is dumb.
Say it with Spice, say it like you would under an American sun