Paroles de Drums Don't Hit

I went to see the world, saw it all If nothing moved me, what's that called? Fell asleep on something strong Woke up late and sang my songs Swear to God, I can't be pleased The choir sings, I fall asleep Seems like the shoe don't fit The glue don't stick, the drums don't hit They don't hit like they used to I've seen the golden coast, the seven seas If nothing moved me, what's that mean? I close the blinds in hotel rooms The sheets all smell of cheap perfume I find myself just a-wasting years The hourglass moves fast out here Feels like the shoe don't fit The glue don't stick, the drums don't hit They don't hit like they used to (oh, no) And I've got friends in strange places They make my days a little less vacant Don't lose your way, your way back home As I walk the cobblestone I'm not built for Paris on my own (oh, no) I went to see the world, seen it all If nothing moved me, what's that called?