Figure eights and mountains in my brain
A bouncing ball and moods of cellophane
I drove for hours searching for the cure
With every passing mile I thought of her
I’ve been searching for a while and I’ve found
That we are only atoms on a planet
Spinning around
No one else will look me in the eyes
They’re busy buying things to get them by
I’ve been searching for a while just to find
That we are only atoms on a planet
Killing time.
There’s politicians leading us to hell
We worship at a poisoned wishing well
And no one’s really happy in themselves
But I’m trying hard to be one of the first
The president, the rock stars and the people on the hill
They are only atoms on a planet
Spinning, still…