When I was a girl, my favorite thing
In the whole wide world
Was to see a field and
Run for no reason
And off I’d go, no one behind
Only earth below
Just a patch of green, green as the season
Don’t ask why, your feet just fly
Green and sky is all that you’re needin
Why ask why, when all that’s true
The sky is blue, blue for no reason
Now that things have changed
Everything’s carefully prearranged
Not a thing gets done
Except for a reason
Now I’m overrun, I’m startin to feel
Like a hired gun
Where’s the chance, where’s the fun
Where is the pleasin?
Try and try, you moan and sigh
You just can’t find a thing to believe in
Why ask why, when all that’s true
The sky is blue, blue for no reason
Don’t ask why, your feet just fly
Green and sky is all that you’re needin
Why ask why, when all that’s true
You’re just blue, blue for no reason
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