I left the city I wanted isolation Moved to the country But I missed the conversation I took a job there To save a little money I filled my room with things to keep from getting lonely And all these things I have Man what a drag Maybe I'd be better off with money in the bank I went to Paris To see the Mona Lisa But I couldn't see through All the people taking pictures I am a tourist I have my phone to prove it Thousands of pictures That I'm sure I'll never look at And I have never been One to fit in But here I'm not so different from everyone it seems I've kept a journal For twenty years or so But I keep forgetting To make entries when I am feeling low I couldn't have written Myself a better life But I'm still not happy Even though it's only highlights And you would think by now I'd have figured out There's no way to fool myself out of feeling down With all these things I've kept Man what a drag Maybe I'd be better off with money in the bank Maybe I'd be better off with money in the bank