So he's lying here under clear blue skies
Not a single care, not a single why
Just the sun on his face, and he lets out a sigh
And he thinks

Why don't we get more moments like this?
Why don't we get more moments of bliss?
Why do we have so much life to miss?
And he thinks

Are these the throw-away thoughts of the bumbling man
Doesn't really make a point, doesn't really think he can
Just the throw-away thoughts of the bumbling man
As he goes about his day

So he sits by a river and he listens to the sound
Of the water flowing downstream and the world spinning around
Just a man on his own in the peace that he's found
And he thinks

Why do we obsess over differences in
Religion, orientation, and the colour of your skin
There's got to be more to life like, well hmm, everything
And he thinks

Are these the throw-away thoughts of the bumbling man
Doesn't really make a point, doesn't really think he can
Just the throw-away thoughts of the bumbling man
As he goes about his day

Rambling (rambling)
As much with his feet as he does with his speech
(Oooohhh) Trains of thought carry at speed through his mind
(Oooohhh) Trying to reach an end he's trying to find

Searching (searching)
As much for a truth as he does with his eyes
(Oooohhh) Trying to get to his truth behind the lies

So he drives back home to the city that he lives
And to a packed daily commute that don't mean a thing to him
To some broken bits of news from a dozen different views
He doesn't think

Just the same old thing from the same familiar faces
He forgets to smell the trees and those lovely carefree places
Unconcerned with being at peace, just the rat-race that he chases
He doesn't think

These are the throw-away thoughts of the bumbling man
Doesn't really make a point, doesn't really think he can
Just the throw-away thoughts of the bumbling man
As he goes about his day

And that's how it's gonna stay (Yay...) (Yay...)