Stalk of Wheat (New York) They Might Be Giants

I went for a walk
(on a stalk)
On a stalk of wheat
And it felt like a trillion feet
I was looking for a friend
(at the end)
At the end of the line
And it took me till the end of time

I was all out of luck
(like a duck)
Like a duck that died
I was all out of juice
(like a moose)
Like a moose denied
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke
I was all out of work like a jerk who's a joke
And I was out of ideas, like I is, like I is
Like I is, like I is, I was out of ideas...of ideas

I once had a dream
(of a gleam)
Of a gleam in my eye
And I'll have it till the day I die
I had a thought bubble
(of trouble)
Of trouble and strife
And I'll have it for the rest of my life