So I guess we just go on with our lives now
Like nothing ever happened at all
Just hoping we spot the eight ball
Maybe forget what all we saw somehow
Move along folks, there's nothing to see
When anyone can plainly see

That I
Gotta get my head right
Gotta get found, and you
Gotta get your feet on
Solid ground
And la la
La la la la, la la la la
But how come none of this feels truly real then?
Let's take it from the top once more with feeling

Or maybe we could wind it all back in
Our keystone cups in manic reverse
Then these things never work
But still the tide acts like it always did
And the levee goes again, right on cue
And anyone could see it's true

That you
Gotta get your head right
You gotta get found, and I
Gotta get my feet on
Solid ground
And la la
La la la la, la la la la
Oh, how come none of this feels truly real then?
Let's take it from the top once more with feeling
Let's take it from the top once more with feeling

Oh, I
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get myself found, and you
Oh, you got to get your feet on
On the ground
On solid ground
On solid ground
On solid ground
On solid ground
On solid ground
Oh, I
Gotta get myself right
Gotta get myself found (On solid ground)
(On solid ground) Oh, you got to get your feet on
(On solid ground) On the ground (On solid ground)
La la
La la la la, la la la la
But how come none of this feels truly real then?
Let's take it from the top once more with feeling