i think i'll stay here anyway
and if the world makes demands of me
then i'll wait and see

it's at times like these
i do what i please (do what i please)
and i'm pleased to say
it's like i've always wanted to feel this way

blissed, blissed
when i'm going somewhere, going nowhere
blissed, blissed
when i'm going nowhere, going somewhere

no-one ever else could feel like this
i couldn't settle for less than this

let the feel the air wash over me
let the ground sink beneath my feet
and i expect so much more from today
than just a time between tomorrow and yesterday

blissed, blissed
when i'm going nowhere, going somewhere
blissed, blissed
when i'm going somewhere, going nowhere

there'll be a time when all my dreams come to and end
when i'll run out of postcards for you all to send
but i'll keep with me
all the things i feel and see

blissed, blissed
when i'm going somewhere, going nowhere
blissed, blissed
when i'm going nowhere, going somewhere

Picked this up at the Jesus Jones Home Page and thought I'd send it up.

M. DeWall