Each beautiful thing I come across
tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off.
And there was a time when all I wanted
was my little ice cream cone and my little cream soda.
Oh well, oh well.
And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks
was all I had to care about.
Oh well, oh well, oh well.
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires
and forest fires
and whether I’m a liar
and lots of other situations
where I don’t know what to do–
at which time life screams to me,
“There’s nothing left for me to tell you!
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well.