You can try, It's right that you do   In your own way, I'm sure   You know that's true   It's not easy, cliché upon cliché!   But so attractive,    When everyday is a Sunday   And I truly believed   It couldn't happen to me   Yes I truly believed   It couldn't happen to me   But where the sheep once played   There's only wheat now   Staring stupidly at my feet now   And everything I ever wanted   Is still in the kitchen   Be lonely, you're already alone anyway   Enjoy it, why shouldn't you   Enjoy the things you do?   Celebrate it, up in your room   The world's so far away   No one will ever know   Be lonely, no one loves you   Quite the way you do   And you're so sure it's true   It couldn't happen to you   You're so damned sure   It couldn't happen to you   Just like the ballad of Lucie Jordan   You take all the risks   You think you can afford   And everything you ever wanted   Is still in the kitchen   You get down to the bottom   With those frosty autumn mornings,   Metropolitian bars,   You'll be staring like a scientist   Into your glass   And everything you ever wanted   Will be still in the kitchen   You say it's fatalistic but I don't know   I believe that when there's magic   It will surely show   And everything I ever wanted   Is still in the kitchen