One, two One, two, three, four In a closet In the corner of my mind There's a thought there That occurs to me sometimes What you look for Isn't always what you find, no, no But the pleasure Is the fun I get from crying Its a measure of your mettle What you sette for It's your job to get the most from what you think you are So tell me what you are In a wallet In a pocket of my mind Lies my fortune All I've got to spend is time In a mirror In a room up in my mind I can see things Even though my eyes are blind One, two One, two, three, four