Intro Inspiration doesn’t come from writings on a wall It comes from hearing the wild sing The little ones crawl Inspiration is the girl You haven’t see in years Waiting for you at the place She left you to think Singing la... la rarara la rara Singing la...la rarara la rara Inspiration is a string, a man-made thing Just like books and art But they barely afford to live From afar I my seem just like another guy But look closer, you will see You’re not the first in line Singing la...la rarara la rara Singing la...la rarara la rara Singing na...na nana na Na nana Singing na... na nana na Na nana Singing na...na nana na Na nana Singing na...na nana na Na nana