[Verse 1]
But we all do sort of the same thing
And that is rearrange what you thought was real
And, hum...
They remind you of the beauty of very simple things you forget
Because you're so busy going from A to Z
That there's, hum, twenty-four letters in between...

You turn to tune in and you drop out...
You turn to tune in and you drop out...
You turn to tune in and you drop out...
You turn to tune in and you drop out...