Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa

I’m not what you want me to be.
And you’re not where I want to go.
We go round and we get there fast.
Sitting down it comes too slow.

Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa

Because the past lasts longer.
Because the past lasts longer.
Because for us the past lasts longer.
Because for us the past lasts longer.
Lasts longer. Lasts longer.
Lasts longer, Lasts longer, Lasts longer.
Lasts longer, Lasts longer, Lasts longer.

We spend all our time wondering where to wander.
We decorate the house and wash the car on Sunday.
When we should be over yonder.
When we should be over yonder.
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa
Baa baa baa ba baa ba baa

If I knew what you want to be. (I’ve got you and you’ve got me.)
And I knew where I want to go. (You’ve got me and I’ve got you.)
We’d drive around and get there fast. (I’ve got you and you’ve got me.)
But at home it comes too slow. (You’ve got me and I’ve got you.)