Happy At Last

I sound like Michael Stipe and I dream like Carl Jung and I look just like a show girl who sleeps with her makeup on And I'm ready for the foot lights to play the part I'm cast I may not be a star but I'm happy at last I dance like Billy Budd, and I pray like Dinah Shore I disappear like Garbo but I come back wanting more And I don't know where I'm going I'm running out of cash I may not be well off but I'm happy at last you know I may not be well off but I'm happy at last BRIDGE: I'm not as smart as a Sunday Times crossword puzzle Big words get me into trouble I never see the light shine down, I burn too fast I may be pale but I'm happy at last I'm happy at last