When you march to the beat
of a different drummer,
And life deals you a hand
and dares you to play.
As you waltz through this world
your head in the clouds,
Sometimes the clouds
tend to get in the way.
You see everything through those
rose colored glasses.
The stars get in your eyes, and
your head's in a whirl.
The destination's uncertain, but
you know where you've been.
And the journey's been out of
this world!