Trouble come and find me I'll be waiting here Exactly like I should be And folly come and rob me Rob me of my sense Make me thin Do me in And I see you've been up to the Promised Land So few pathways up there So many plans And the covers of a thousand magazines Would never get you halfway To the nearest star And vanity is on the other side It will make you thin But it will make you die Die, die, die, die But there's no cause for celebration When they strap you in for your free ride 'Cause when you want your veneration Sometimes it's just not enough to try Oh try So Simplicity just come and find me I'll be waiting here Exactly like I should be And Wonder come my way You be dressed in white And I'll be on my best that day