I guess I get it

We were made of gold

Where did everybody go?

We traded up the habitrail

Where have we been?

Waiting for a tonic & gin

On the way to a jet plane

Stop planting stones in the ground

I could never shut my mouth

I guess I get it

But doing what you should is not an easy thing

You ride it like you're wired but you can't plug in

I'm done with it for good

We were made of glass

Pills for courage that don't last

Wash it down with Orange Crush

My fair sky friends

I've been around the world since then

You never cared for loses and squares

The clock was ticking and yet

We never knew how blue it could get

I guess I get it

But doing what you should is not an easy thing

You ride it like you're wired but you can't plug in

I'm done with it for good

We got #1 Record

You got Radio City

You got the apartment

We got the great big horizon

We were made of gold

Time it never moved so slow

Then we got off

The crazy train

I guess I get it

But doing what you should is not an easy thing

You ride it like you're wired but you can't plug in

So I'm starting with it for good

You cannot go back

Fall down on the tracks

Oh yes, we do.

The best stuff still is free

Patron saint of dreams

Oh yes, it is.