Lyrics Paul Weller – The Impossible Idea

Corn dolly run, strictly meadows
Sat in the sun, waiting by
Run baby run, thru the meadows
Breathe baby breathe, such a life

While I’m hanging around
Til my eyes fix on the impossible idea
That I’ll change the world
Maybe I’ll come to the conclusion
I can’t even change my own life
And there I fall

Days simplify, in the meadow
We can’t be far, nearly home
Craw daddy run, strictly head on
Runs to the sun, he knows why

While I’m hanging around
Just to hit on the impossible idea
That I might change it all
Sadly, under delusions of grandeur
Good is just not good enough dear
And there I fall

Oh what a shame
Such a sad poor parade
Befalls
Oh all up in smoke
What a joke
What’s become of us all

I like hanging around
Til I switch on the impossible idea
That love might change the world
Maybe I’ll come the conclusion