it's a wonderful morning but I don't feel like getting up, so I 
 just turn around, face to the wall, 
 and listen to my blood pulsing through the veins beneath my ears, 
 as if anything made sense at all.

 I have never felt this sane before, 
 although you won't believe me 
 when I say I now know the answer to it all 
 and it is: no.

 it's a wonderful night but I don't feel like going out - 
 'there's no place like home', that's what they say. 
 so I'm playing black jack against my bitterness: 
 the sucker always wins and I gamble all my hopes away. 

 but it has never seen more clear than this, 
 although you won't believe me 
 when I say I that I found the answer to it all 
 and it is: no. 

 and it's a wonderful life, I know, I am aware of that 
 and oh, I appreciate it all! 
 and this isn't sad, it isn't desperate, it is just that I 
 don't really have a use for it at all. 

 And I have never been more sane than this 
 although you won't believe me 
 when I say I found the answer to it all
 and it is: no.