[Gigi]
The Postman or mama or Aunt Alicia
That's all it seems to be a question of

A pauper or a slave or Aunt Alicia
But not a mention anywhere of love

What is there than anyone can teach?
If everything I want is out of reach?

I know about the earth and other minor things
Why caterpillars smile and summertime has wings
How if somewhere there's always a dawn
The earth must be worth being on
But there's something that makes a continual riddle of it
Why oh why I'm here in the middle of it all
I don't belong where the crowds are
Why don't I go where the clouds are

I know about the leaves that fall and then are gone
How small a kite becomes with no one holding on
And I can`t be a cloud in a storm with no where to go to be warm
But as long as I can't find a clue to the riddle of it
What am I to do in the middle of it all?

I don't belong where the crowds
I don't belong where the clouds are
Then where do I belong?