I went to see the world, saw it all
If nothing moved me, what's that called?
Fell asleep on something strong
Woke up late and sang my songs
Swear to God, I can't be pleased
The choir sings, I fall asleep

Seems like the shoe don't fit
The glue don't stick, the drums don't hit
They don't hit like they used to

I've seen the golden coast, the seven seas
If nothing moved me, what's that mean?
I close the blinds in hotel rooms
The sheets all smell of cheap perfume
I find myself just a-wasting years
The hourglass moves fast out here

Feels like the shoe don't fit
The glue don't stick, the drums don't hit
They don't hit like they used to (oh, no)

And I've got friends in strange places
They make my days a little less vacant
Don't lose your way, your way back home
As I walk the cobblestone
I'm not built for Paris on my own (oh, no)

I went to see the world, seen it all
If nothing moved me, what's that called?