Lassie Come Home

Lonely boy gazing on the afternoon

People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day

There's a little yellow man, standing by the railway station

Painting portraits on the brickwalls of Billie Holloway

Lovely lady S.M.I.L.E

Dance, my dear, I'm only operating on Lassie come home

This was authentic you she spoke

This was authentic you, who blew me cold

He had no chance to realize

It hit her straight between the eyes

So I've been told

In the park, she's giving out some photographs

On which she's giving out some photos of what she hands around

They videoed a ghost tonight, she said before I turned it out

It rode an orange paper-bike, and left without a sound

Keep on riding, sir

Open up the door and shout it out

Lassie come home, come home!

This was authentic you?, she spoke

This was authentic you, who blew, who blew me cold

I had no chance to realize

It hit her straight between the eyes

So I've been told

Lonely girl dancing in the music-hall

Lightning struck her silver starship and turned it into stone

And now it's falling all the time into that void beyond her grey eyes

Somewhere a telephone is ringing, but nobody's at home

Hello junkie-sweetheart, listen now

This is your captain calling

Your captain is dead

Keep on riding, sir, open up the door

And shout it out, shout it out

Lassie come home

Lassie come home

Lassie come home

Lassie come home