Like a Balloon

What if I paint myself a smile

Do my face up like a clown

Will I never have to know

How it feels to be down

Like a balloon always high

Never ever low

Yes maybe I, could try

Wouldn't that be swell

'stead of living in hell, hell

Living in hell

He was an album cover

Floppy haired and unknown

Rode a bright green scooter

Had a charming lover of his own

Decorated his apartment

With debris from the beach

Broken pots washed up wood

Saw the beauty in each

And like a balloon always high

Never ever low

Yes maybe I, could try

Wouldn't that be swell

'stead of living in hell, hell, hell

Living in hell