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