So much going on these days Forget about instinct It's not what pays. Pleasure - up and down my smile: A carton of eggs think It's all worthwhile Tell me spirit - what has not been done? I'll rush out and do it Or are we doing it now? Fissure is the thrill of the day Forget about feeling That's not what pays But you know - all of this can change Remember the promise as a kid you made We are the innovators They are the imitators Come on - hey, don't you know how we started We forget about love But weren't brokenhearted