My Balancing Act

In Wyoming
There’s a stretch
Where the hills are plaster and glass
Some tundra
World without trees
This could be the moon
This could be the moon
And you remember
You’re on a planet
And every «hi how are you?»
Sounds so foreign
Every applebee’s sign
Every «hey how’s it going?»
I guess I’m fine
I guess I’m fine
Just go on
Let them sing
Just go on
Let them sing
Just go
Let them sing
Let them eat cake
(oh you’re trying so hard)
This is my balancing act (oh you’re trying so hard)
This is my balancing act (oh you’re trying so hard)
(oh you’re trying so hard)