Sometimes I wish I'd be more useful
Without perception of what is use
Sometimes I wish I'd be more beautiful
But then without knowing just what I would choose
The grass is always greener on the other side
But honestly, I prefer blue
And I haven't seen that with you, yet
So I take a trip to the ocean where the seagulls cry
I like to think they're cries of joy
For getting to hang around in the sky all the time
Sometimes I think I'm very useful
So good that I can do nothing at all
I couldn't think of a thing more beautiful
Than staying here with you and watch the stars fall
And climb back up
And fall
And climb back up
And fall
And climb back up
And fall
And climb back up
Do you feel superiorly useful
Going to work every day and saving up for tomorrow
I happen to think you're very beautiful
Let's take a stroll
The grass is pretty green on this side
So each time I feel blue I should go swimming with you
We'll take a trip to the ocean where the seagulls cry
I know that they're cries of joy
For getting to hang around in the sky all the time
Oh yes, I feel so useful
So good that I can do nothing at all
I couldn't think of a thing more beautiful
Than staying here with you and watch the stars fall
And climb back up
And fall
And climb back up
And fall
And climb back up
And fall
And climb back up