Status Quo — 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