Imagination
Imagination
I am what I am and that's all that I am
I tell myself
I have no demands, I don't have a plan
To sell myself
Every day's the same old song
Go along and get along
Nothing's ever right or wrong
What is hell? The same old smell
The sme old situation
No imagination
Whatever life brings, eventually things
Will just work out
Whenever they don't I certainly won't
Be found about
Every new year I resolve
Never gotten past day twelve
Just a problem I can't solve
What is death? The train has left
And you're still in the station
No imagination
