Not in the books that I've read
Or working for Johnny did I find
The truth of my existence.
Dont get me wrong
There is honor in working,
But not when the fruit
Of your work grows
On someone else's tree.I am from nowhere and everywhere.
My religion is love. Look for me
You will find me sprinkled on the dark sky:
Happy is all I want to be!
Happy is all I want to be!Like a blooming tree, I make flowers
Of my grief. I'm a castle made of sand.
Have you seen a grain of sand
Polished by the sea? I am sand.
Make a snow ball watch it grow as it rolls.
Like a snow ball, I am rolling down
These city streets as I have rolled
Down those country roads.I am from nowhere and everywhere.
My religion is love. Look for me
You will find me sprinkled on the dark sky:
Happy is all I want to be!
Happy is all I want to be!