Some people walk beside the Seine
And send their photos home
They saunter along cobblestone streets
And forget to turn on their phones

If I can’t find new worlds I’ll just have to make my own
If I can’t find new worlds I’ll just have to make my own

Some people go to coliseums
and do what you’re supposed to do, when in Rome
or ride gondolas in Venice
slipping like shadows between water and stone

If I can’t find new worlds I’ll just have to make my own
If I can’t find new worlds I’ll just have to make my own

So show me your pictures of castles and towers
Show me the rainforest filled with strange flowers
Show me a wild bird winging for home
If I can’t leave this world, I’ll just make my own
If I can’t leave this world, I’ll just make my own

If I can’t find new worlds I’ll just have to make my own
If I can’t find new worlds I’ll just have to make my own
I’ll just have to make my own