On a bus and staring out, and all these people move without

A clue

I have the time to wonder if, it matters much and all of this

Is beautiful

We bring up children hoping they, will grow up to do good some day

Like us

But what's the point why should they try?

We're all the same we laugh and cry

And when it reaches for our door

the rich will lie cold like the poor

Each moment spent for good or not

And all the lovely things we've got

The sweetest child, the world's worst jerk

The pointless jobs and heart-filled work

And all awards and talents lost

we all are blank and so the cost of life is…

(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…ten)

I wonder how the ones survive, believe in only what's alive

Why wait?

I hope my joy will help me when, I close my eyes and count to ten..

I'm gone

And when it reaches for our door

the rich will lie cold like the poor

Each moment spent for good or not

And all the lovely things we've got

The sweetest child, the world's worst jerk

The pointless jobs and heart-filled work

And all awards and talents lost

we all are blank and so the cost of life is, the cost of life is…

(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…ten)