Train
Sitting on my very own,
Trying to find a simple kind of clue.
And I would like to know,
Why the Doozers move me so,
Doing all the things that Doozers do.
Why do caterpillars crawl?
Why is there a sky?
Why is there a world at all?
And why do I ask why?
Here I go again.
Why do questions never end?
What keeps callin' all day long to me?
Secrets come and go.
I know we're not the only ones.
Sometimes magic, sometimes only me.
Why do caterpillars crawl?
Why is there a sky?
Why is there a world at all?
Any why do I ask why?
I'll Tumble 4 Ya
Guns that cross the street
You never know who you might meet
Who's in disguise
Ooh as you blow a storm
There's no one there to keep you warm
It's no surprise
There's something in my eyes
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion
Dance with the counterfeit
The plastic smiles and micro heat
I'll meet you there
Run to the edge of town
Where Hollywood lay its footprints down
Monroe was there
But do you really care
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion
Guns that cross the street
You never know who you might meet
Who's in disguise
Ooh as you blow a storm
There's no one there to keep you warm
It's no surprise
There's something in my eyes
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion
Cry it's a miracle
Cry it's a miracle
Cry it's a miracle
Cry it's a miracle