How many plans have come and gone
How many times, can it all go wrong
Even UFO’s don’t know where they belong
Pit stops along the road
High and low, sharpened curves
Never slow, when you’re hurled
Too many tunnels, in this world
What is it all for
Nobody knows, the answer you seek
Too many shows, on your feet
What you find, who you meet
The foolish monkey, is never bored
So many strangers, people you knew
Different lives, swimming in blues
Whenever tried, is the fool
Even wise men cannot ignore
The first and last are the same
In between, a part to play
Pinocchio found, his own way
Dancing across the floor
Nobody knows, the answer you seek
Too many shows, on your feet
What you find, who you meet
The foolish monkey, is never bored
Follow groups, pay the price
All your rolls, with loaded dice
Winning twice, might seem nice
Attack, whenever bored
Or to see, past the horizon
What you build, imagination
You may drown, when you’re fishing
After too many, are explored
Nobody knows, the answer you seek
Too many shows, on your feet
What you find, who you meet
The foolish monkey, is never bored