From the height-est of heights I'm just a cell in a cancer I've had 30 whole years to get this right But I'm still waking up to find It gets boring just walking the lines Still pacing the room in my underwears With my "they can't see"s and "I don't care"s [?] So if you're sitting up Holding your life's work in your hands And they're saying give it up Every hair-brained scheme and plan [x2] Whoo!