Ask not what the meaning is Prob too deep and there is irony Like the pupil of a goats eye leaves one wondering But we're still swimming in the wanderlust Mirage It's a mirage Come and massage my eyes Mirage It's a mirage Come and massage my eyes Catch a glimpse of the wanderlust From the subway air so dank it makes you sweat While a young boy prances with an orange ball It's essentially an imaginable Mirage It's a mirage Come and massage my eyes Mirage It's a mirage Come and massage my eyes