Lyrics An Ice Cube in the Sun - Quasi

This one's for all the misfits of the world
The square pegs, the don't-fit-ins, the out-of-steps,
The misunderstood, the heads-in-the-cloud.
And this also goes to all the so--randoms,
The could've-beens, the would've-beens, the left-behind, the out-of-time,
The lost in the crowd.
Gone, gone, it don't mean a thing.
Stuck in a wheel, told what's the deal,
Told what to own and where the bone gets thrown.
Gone, gone, ice cube in the sun.
I don't wanna preach. I don't wanna judge.
It's just how you reach a diamond in the sludge.
It might be you, it might be me.
It might be no one at all.
Gone, gone, it's no where at all.
Who made the wheel? Who made the deal?
Who makes the scene in someone else's dream?