Just like anything
To sing
To sing
To sing
Is a state of mind

Sunlight dances slowly 
on a [bad word] beats broken rhyme
I speak in answers only 
to see them in my mind

If I had a penny 
I'd throw it in the sea
to see if it would float away
Or grow off any tree

I play the fool of rhythm
To speak of what is sane
I never think of singing 
to those who feel the same

See how high the rain falls
See the color in my hair
Hunt for golden pourage bowls
Hear the paper tear

Just like anything
To sing
To sing
To sing
Is a state of mind

Death gives no reason
So why should I
Death has no season
So I know I'll never die

Just like anything
To sing
To sing
To sing
Is a state of mind