Frivolous letters, been writing forever In time they'll pile up on a corner Everyone seems so pretentious, confusedly dancing Until they die on a monday I cannot see How can I see Why can't i see Why can't i see Always a sweater in tropical weather Do we still listen to merriweather? Moving the furniture, keeping the costumes Could this room be any be any smaller? I cannot see How can I see Why can't i see Why can't i see Why do we do things It's quite good to grow old and To have a friend with me It doesn't matter where I am I'm always on the right track It's quite good to grow old and To have a friend with me It doesn't matter where I am I'm always on the right track It's quite good to grow old and To have a friend with me It doesn't matter where I am I'm always on the right track