Sunday in the park Inside it's bright and dark Hardly feels Like I'm being me What is really me Who flew with the cuckoo Tryin' to steal The very best out of your nest Feels like I'm losin' ground Who tells me where I'm bound I am halfway to the moon Somewhere someday At the fall of the curtain Somewhere someday In a dream we'll be certain Troubles will come to an end Sitting here for the third time Could happen to be the last Can't say a word While the white shirt's around Is it really me Or them who is the problem Pinch me and I will Wake up again I am halfway to the moon Somewhere someday At the fall of the curtain Somewhere someday In a dream we'll be certain Troubles will come to an end