Good times, bad times, who can tell?
Which way is up and which is hell
When your mind is in the gutter
And your feet are in the ditch
Ain't no way to tell which is which
Miracle workers are out there every day
If only you could have it your way
Pick up the pieces, as they say
Well now, ain't that rich?
Ain't no way to tell which is which
It may feel like, feel like a dream
You say shapes and colors but no point
You're wondering if this is all that there is
You may just, may just disappear
You hear booming footsteps outside
Can't help but look out the window
(Walking with my walkman)
(I can't hear you talk man)
(Walking with my walkman)
The man he walked up to me
He said oh, can't you see
It's all mirrors and smoke
You only got to make that switch
Ain't no way to tell which is which
Ba-da dee-da-dum-dye-ah
(Hello, it's me)
Ba-da dee-da-doo-day
(I'm calling from far away)
Ba-da dee-da-dum-dye-ah
(Flying in a spaceship)
Ba-da dee-da-doo-day
(High in outer space)
Ba-da dee-da-dum-dye-ah
(There's all sorts of stars around me here)
Ba-da dee-da-doo-day
(And I can see the earth below me)
Ba-da dee-da-dum-dye-ah
(Everything is blue)
Ba-da dee-da-doo-day
(Just let me know how you are - thanks)