Ayers I've got no ambition, guess I'm out of place Cos I'd rather go fishing than run in the race I'm naturally lazy but what can I do I? I was born in the wrong place, wrong time too Just working for money working for pay All seems so pointless day after day I'm happy dreaming and it's good for my health And only when I'm dreaming am I really myself
Some people say its just running away But then everyone's running somewhere And I still believe that the best we can do Is to know where we are and be there For what we call progress We're selling our soul And there's just too much going on out there Beyond my control