in Wyoming there's a stretch where the hills are plaster and gla** some tundra world without trees this could be the moon this could be the moon and you remember you're on a planet and every "hi how are you?" sounds so foreign every applebee's sign every "hey how's it going?" I guess I'm fine I guess I'm fine just go on let them sing just go on let them sing just go let them sing let them eat cake (oh you're trying so hard) this is my balancing act (oh you're trying so hard) this is my balancing act (oh you're trying so hard) (oh you're trying so hard)