Now
I'm waking at the crack of dawn
To send a little money home
From me to
The moon
Is rising like a discotheque
And now my bags are down and packed
For traveling
Looking at happiness
Keeping my flavor fresh
Nobody knows, I guess
How far I'll go
I know, so I'm
Leavin at six o'clock
Meet in the parking lot

Sunglasses on, she waits by this
Glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home

Skin
That covers me from head to toe
Except a couple tiny holes
And openings
Where
The city's blowing in and out
And this is what it's all about
Delightfully
Everything's possible
When you're an animal
Not inconceivable
How things can change
I know, so I'm
Putting on aftershave
Nothing is out of place
Gonna be on my way
Try to pretend
It's not
Only glass and concrete and stone
And it's just a house, not a home

And it's glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home
And my head is fifty feet high
Will my body and soul be my guide?