Lyrics
One must imagine
Sisyphus happy.
And if you're feeling like
Sisyphus, then you'll be happy.
One must imagine oneself driving down the road in a van in the snow,
and you're rising up into the sky and you say, this isn't real.
This isn't real.
Isn't real.
This isn't real.
One must imagine all of the squirrels outside hiding their nuts for the winter
time.
And if you feel like a squirrel, you can't find his nuts, well, then
you can.
And imagine yourself happy.
Happy
Isn't real.
Isn't real.
No, no, no, it isn't real, no, no.
Cause in the snow and the wind and the van was lifting up, and
it kept going up so high to the stratosphere.
And I said, this isn't real.
This isn't real.
No, no.
Real.