Lyrics:

Yes and no are just distinguished by
Distinction, so we choose the in-between.
Give up your books and put an end
To your worries. Enjoy Central Park in spring.
Our minds are empty, like we're too young
To know to smile.
We know to fear what others fear
Is nonsense, right?

The books suggest we set our hearts
On doing nothing,
And then nothing's left undone.
Everybody's busy waiting for the go-ahead,
But by then their heads are gone.
Our minds are empty, grave as well as
Strange. (Take this.)
We know to seek success is utter nonsense,
The best is to be blank.

{Here we are. Here we are.
We are antici-there it is. There it is.}