Le Malade imaginaire, H. 495, Troisième intermède: Air des révérences

Well did you find out when it was over, kid Well did you find out like your mother did Did it fall apart Before it all began Before they could find out your name Well you're tired of feelin' the same Like a bubble stuck in your vein There's so much more for you to say There's so many poor souls for you to claim You're still stuck between the green grass And forty million miles from the sun Was she driving too fast when the turn came in Did you think about all that could have been Did you realize Or did it come too soon Before they could find out your name Like a white thorn stuck in your brain Like a bubble stuck in your vein There's so much more for you to see There's so much more for you to be You're still stuck between the green grass And forty million miles from the sun