Sometimes I feel like a cat stuck up in a tree
Got a whole crowd of people looking up at me
Wondering how to get me down
Oh I could come down
Be a part of the crowd, the scene, the clown
The ghost that can't get off the merry-go-round
Or I could sit right here
Counting the minutes
Counting the hours
Counting the minutes
Counting the hours
Sometimes I feel like a rat running in a wheel
Running and running and running
But man, what's the deal
I'm not getting anywhere
It's not fair that my brain is the size of a pea
And I've got 1 foot in the gutter
And another in a trash heap
And roll-on in my hair
Counting the minutes
Counting the miles
Counting the minutes
Counting the miles
Sometimes I feel like a toad in the middle of the road
There's a truck coming at me and there's two ways to go
But there's no time to decide
I don't mind being small in a world that's tall
And mean and lean and built by machines
It ain't easy being green
Counting the minutes
Flipping the coin
Counting the minutes
Flipping the coin
Counting the minutes
Flipping the coin
Counting the minutes
Flipping the coin