We travel in fits and starts on the wasted track
Time rolls slowly, we hear the clickity-clack
Like a rocket ship that never wants to leave the ground
We take off in a child's mind and never make a sound
Dodes'ka-den, Dodes'ka-den
Dodes'ka-den, Dodes'ka-den
If the world is just too hard, something you can't bare
Take refuge in a fantasy and blindly stare
For the outcast people everywhere
the authorities up on the hill don't care
Dodes'ka-den, Dodes'ka-den
Dodes'ka-den, Dodes'ka-den
A tree with no leaves, is not a tree at all
No one will hear it, or care if it falls
The past does not exist, and so I am free
Free to make a life that you will never see
Dodes'ka-den, Dodes'ka-den
Dodes'ka-den, Dodes'ka-den