The Bubble

Would someone be so kind 
  As to tell me where I am 
  I feel a time and a space 
  That I really can't explain 
  There's a long road behind me 
  But it's hazy up ahead 
  Maybe I should draw the curtains 
  Maybe I should get to bed 
  I love it in the bubble 
  I love it in the bubble 
  I love it in the bubble 
  It's like being in the womb 
  And no-one knows the number 
  To my little padded room 

  What day is it this morning 
  Do I know and do I care? 
  The bag man is calling 
  We're moving on from here 
  I'm in and out of focus 
  I'm in and out of touch 
  No need and no connection 
  With reality and such 

  I love it in the bubble 
  I love it in the bubble 
  I love it in the bubble 
  It's like being in the womb 
  And no-one knows the number 
  To my little padded room 

  And I'm hanging on 
  Hanging on 
  Yeh I'm hanging on 
  Hanging on 

  I cut a key to the highway 
  I was barely seventeen 
  I was gonna do it my way 
  The best there'd ever been 
  Born to be a winner 
  Never ever lose 
  No deals with the devil 
  Just the rhythm and the blues 

  I love it in the bubble 
  I love it in the bubble 
  I love it in the bubble 
  It's like being in the womb 
  And no-one knows the number 
  To my little padded room 

  And I'm hanging on