Figure eights and mountains in my brain A bouncing ball and moods of cellophane I drove for hours searching for the cure With every passing mile I thought of her I've been searching for a while and I've found That we are only atoms on a planet Spinning around No one else will look me in the eyes They're busy buying things to get them by I've been searching for a while just to find That we are only atoms on a planet Killing time. There's politicians leading us to hell We worship at a poisoned wishing well And no one's really happy in themselves But I'm trying hard to be one of the first The president, the rock stars and the people on the hill They are only atoms on a planet Spinning, still...