When you find out you're an average snowflake Oh, it's a limp balloon to re-inflate Only presiding over your own landscape And a truth that you make
I know the writing's at the requisite grade
It's just the intangibles at play
And then another bombshell, it's you they hate
No coming back from hay made
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
("Sound like butter, heh... sound like butter")
The commonplaceness to which I gravitate realized in full And then survived by still more normal snowflakes
Why procreate at all?
People speak in plans and journeys and fates
As hero types, we're drawn
I ordered steak, but then it came on a slate Into this life, we're thrown
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?
What we doing, and where are we going?