Now what's he to do
Keep his job or end his life
A silly little dilemma
Yet we're gathered here tonight
To pick a direction and drive
Or sit and stare at the sky
Attending a symphony of light
With only an audience of one, right
His friends don't care enough
Or so it seems to him
Always busy, never making time
So the worth of it's slim
Now parked with a view of the valley
Watching the stars replace the sun
As it gets lower and lower
Gosh, isn't this fun
Being all alone without a soul to share it with
Forget the fruit, with a life like this
I'm gnawing on the pith
Bitter and healthy, oh yeah
But never any sort of fun
Who cares about taste when being healthy has won
