Am I Really Marcel?

I've got no ambition, guess I'm out of place
Cos I'd rather go fishing than run in the race

I'm naturally lazy but what can I do I?
I was born in the wrong place, wrong time too

Just working for money working for pay
All seems so pointless day after day

I'm happy dreaming and it's good for my health
And only when I'm dreaming am I really myself

Some people say its just running away
But then everyone's running somewhere
And I still believe that the best we can do
Is to know where we are and be there

For what we call progress
We're selling our soul

And there's just too much going on out there
Beyond my control