Why are you still dreaming? Why don't you get a job? Why are you still dreaming? We wish that you would stop You call yourself a painter With spots on your shoes You call yourself a painter That's all you ever do If you don't join the circus You will end up in the snow Somewhere in a forest Where there's nobody at all I could never live I gotta keep a little light on I gotta keep my little light on Till the day I die How can I get the show right When you're smoking cigarettes How can I get the show right I forbid you to look sad I hope you have a mother Who will tell you when you're wrong Please don't say that you're being young 'Cause it is taking you too long I could never live I gotta keep a little light on I gotta keep my little light on Till the day I die