It seems like no one’s ever gonna be happy herenBooks under your arms won’t help you nownAlways on the lookout, so what’s in sight?nAnother week in life goes bynnHe knows the sunnThere goes a mindnHe knows a day of another kindnHe knows the sunnAll is pretty, oh so prettynnThis can’t possibly be the place to staynEveryone wishes they were somewhere elsenAlways on the move, going nowherenSo another year in life just goes bynnHe knows the sunnThere goes a mindnHe knows a day of another kindnHe knows the sunnAll is pretty, oh so prettynnCaught up by the fuzz of everyday lifenThere goes your bus from the platformnnHe knows the sunnThere goes a mindnHe knows a day of another kindnHe knows the sunnAll is pretty, oh so pretty