[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 that 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 one thing 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 nowhere to go to be warm
And 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 are
I don't belong where the clouds are
Then where do I belong?