Lyrics:

Sunday in the park
Inside it's bright and dark
Hardly feels
Like I'm being me
What is really me
Who flew with the cuckoo
Tryin' to steal
The very best out of your nest

Feels like I'm losin' ground
Who tells me where I'm bound
I am halfway to the moon

Somewhere someday
At the fall of the curtain
Somewhere someday
In a dream we'll be certain
Troubles will come to an end

Sitting here for the third time
Could happen to be the last
Can't say a word
While the white shirt's around
Is it really me
Or them who is the problem
Pinch me and I will
Wake up again
I am halfway to the moon

Somewhere someday
At the fall of the curtain
Somewhere someday
In a dream we'll be certain
Troubles will come to an end