well here i am i'm sitting alone again i'm staring up at the sky which at this lonely moment is my only friend and suddenly as i gazed upon the night
Okay Say you've never done this before Now it's cool and all but I want you to try this one Don't worry Get ready, pop it, let's go Enter galactic, you
Did they tell you You should grow up When you wanted to dream Did they warn you Better shape up If you want to succeed I don't know about you Who are
On the morning of her wedding day When no one was awake She drove across the border Leaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cake Her mother's tears
Through the galaxies Through the galaxies Through the galaxies Through the galaxies Through the galaxies Through the galaxies Through the galaxies Call
I feel better now I've seen you But deep inside my bones feel like timber And I, I am shaking from the tension And I will shudder at the mention Hate
You are so unpredictable When I am not You are so irresistible That I can't stop You say my name And I start walking on heaven What flying saucers did
Take me to your place in space I'm simply tired of mad rage On rocket ship no time to wait I just want to gravitate It's out of sight, it's out of sight
Take heart, my little friend and push back your seat Soon we'll be far away, far from the street Where you learned how to be, not what you are Up on
The cut rate mime walkin' through the dirty streets Of Paris in the hot, August heat Sun meltin' the fake smile away Just lookin' for a place to stay
Today is a lovely day to run Start up the car with the sun Packin' blankets and dirty sheets A roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up All the troubles
If I lay my head down I will see you in my dream Wearing that polka dot dress and sitting by the stream Leaning in to hear you, you will whisper in my
I can't look at the rocket launch The trophy wives of the astronauts And I won't listen to their words 'Cause I like birds I don't care for walking downtown
Taking a walk down to the mall Smelling piss and beer and gas That could be me in a couple years Suckin' fumes under the highway pass On a rainy day,
I bought some rock star ashes From the back of rolling stone I guess he wouldn't mind it They couldn't sell his soul The tiger in my tank Is going to
Sun comes up on the old neighborhood Spray-painted bricks and dead firewood Well I don't know where I'm gonna be next I don't care where I am gonna be
Little field mice living under the house Never eating much, tough life for a mouse And if you think you're gonna be spared You're wrong Field mice, head
Went down by the old courthouse Stumbling through the streets Had to get out of the house Had to use my feet And you may not think much of me now But
