I can’t direct the universe   I can’t pull off the road and take a rest   I can’t go on for evermore   I can’t refuse the weight of intellect   I can’t avoid the hands of time   I wish her touch was of a softer kind   and if the world decides to melt   there’s nothing i can do to change her mind      (fee da da dee)   Imi! Imi! i think i’m getting it   (fee da da doh)    our heads are a haunt for the ghosts of   alphabet   (fee da da dee)    our hearts are tigers chasing tigernes   (fee da da doh)    Imi! Imi! i think i’m getting it      tip your hat to the willow tree   resigned to what it can and cannot be      all you dreamers wishing for tomorrow   ‘life is elsewhere’ only brings you sorrow