Hey you, man in the smoke
Why don't you have another toke
There's nothing wrong with what you do
There's nothing wrong with who you are
You'd like to escape into something else to wear
You couldn't handle this, you swear
Now watch the fog make things disappear
Oh you, floating around
Caught in a loop of pictures and sound
There's nothing to do, you're part of this world
Now tell me what else it is that you heard
You'd like to escape into something else to wear
You couldn't handle this, you swear
Now watch the fog make things disappear
You say, "I don't know what I am"
And "I hate being, where I am"
I'll go to a field, and I'll think of what to do
Perhaps sometime I will come back to you