Maybe if I move away I could be cultured, open up a book and read And learn how to please someone and make myself happy At the same time, at the same time Dream of all the ways it could be Nothing quite transparent yet As the panes of colored glass Shedding light for me to see right through Lately nothing feels real Like day after day I'm changing my name So tell me who I am or tell me what you think Or show me the way to leave Dream of all the ways it could be Nothing quite transparent yet As the panes of colored glass Shedding light for me to see right through