Lyrics

I really just don't understand
what my problem is.
I keep shorting my circuits
and frying my conduits.
How could I manage to
be so innoucuous?
To be honest, my lungs
just can't handle their oxygen.

I can't seem to find the answers
when you ask me why I keep traveling on,
but all I need is an atlas and some attitude,
and I'll keep traveling on.

I really just don't understand
what my problem is.
All of this nonsense just
feels so preposterous.
I'll exaggerate matters
and claim I'm on top of it.
As a matter of fact,
It's exactly the opposite.

I can't seem to find the answers
when you ask me why I keep traveling on,
but all I need is an atlas and some attitude,
and I'll keep traveling on.

I really just don't understand
what my problem is.
I keep shorting my circuits
and frying my conduits.

I can't seem to find the answers
when you ask me why I keep traveling on,
but all I need is an atlas and some attitude,
and I'll keep traveling on.
I'll keep traveling on.