A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So, he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusion. I see a blue horizon Under a Philadephia Sun 6th and Girard I'm on the run As I turn an empty heart. It takes a realizing, That subtle smell could be the one A blah blah by the sun And the more I think about it The more I can't live without it. It is a simple pleasure That early time and early morn Something something blah And the more i think about it The more i can't live without it. And I see the blue horizon And it takes a realizing That is a simple pleasure Sittin on your seats of leather That the more i think about it The more i can't without it.