Underneath the big orange sun,
I think about the things I’ve done,
I think about the places I’ve been,
The things I’ve seen, Was it you?
Was it me?

I wonder how life keeps going,
Even though I am slowing,
Of all the parts I could stop,
Will I ever reach the top?

Underneath the big orange sun,
I think about the things I’ve done,
I think about the places I’ve been,
The things I’ve seen, Was it you?
Was it me?

Life is just a point of view,
If I tilt my head,
Am I still me, are you still you?
People go through life as clowns,
If I tilt my head what’s really upside down?

The grounds a prison and much more,
The sky has nothing in store,
There is nothing to look forward to,
Never again is there me and you.

Just above the big orange sun,
I think about the things I’ve done,
I think about the places I’ve been,
The things I’ve seen, Was it you?
Was it me?