Buzz AldrinI need a bit of orbit now so beam me up
I have to cover vast distances oh, never to stop
I'll be ground into a poor old limping crawling thing
Can you take me up way up, deep deep beyond the stratosphere
Step inside our sleek efficient space machine
We got all the spacious things you'll ever need
Comfort guaranteed, just leave your earthliness be
ChoicesChoises, it's always what you make it
But then you and I're the same
Choices, peculiar how you throw them in my face
while you abstain
This is all about equality
I'm sure you've heard of the term somewhere
No less, you’ve made your own reality
No need to deal with me, oh
Cmon TalkI been thinking a lot since the end
of our family affair
The things that went wrong, in the manor of speaking
I could have been more forthcoming
about the things I needed to say
but you seemed to be talking to someone else
(altogether now)
ControlHave you ever?
Ever had to stand and just watch
while your life was like a game on your x-box?
Welcome to the club, I'm the president (incumbent)
We're almost like a nation of fools
Where public spending's cut down to naught
We're clutching at invisible straws
But noone's here to tell where they lead to, how to tell us who's in
Don't Let Me GoI feel like a worker bee, sitting all alone in here in this long deserted hive
All relations gone to pieces, I drove the people close to me miles away out of my sight
And now I'm like a naked man standing in the desert, trying to sell a Messiah for silver
Please hold me back, don't let me go
When I go crazy, don't let me go
All of my bridges are crumbling to dust
And you might be the only one that I can trust
Everything Will Be AlrightEverything will be alright this morning
Everything will be alright tonight
Everything will be alright this morning
Everything's gonna be alright
I caught some flak and it near had me buried
I stank of failure and it did me in
I was ready to crawl down in a bucket
Fly awayChorus 1:
Fly away in the back of a second-hand shop
Draw the curtains and wake up in 1968 or 9
Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
every little thing that you are
These shakes are prying me loose
Good IntentionsLine them up against the factory wall.
Burn down all the inconvenience stores.
Smash the anchors back into the boats.
These people weren't invited by the host.
Different strokes for difficult folks.
In the Street Where the World Passes Me ByI'm in the street where the world passes me by (going faster)
Smack in the middle, but so much on the outside
And everybody has a story to tell (all lifelong)
In languages I can't dream of understanding
Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun
Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas
The sweet perfume that strides by on gracious feet
On TimeI got a
Fresh start and I'm on a mission
To draw a sketch of the place I call my home
In colors rarely used before
Bling bling in a crowded bus stop
Equality, while differences increase
I stand on the side with my glasses on
Space In My HeartFloating right by me in a velvet dress
She seems so totally out of the place in outer space
I must be delusional, a real head case
because the lunar surface is the wrong address in such a dress
But i saw her eyes, she was real, was she wearing that dress just for me
and i'm all inside out now
there is a space in my heart
SundayThis tiny flat is too big without her
I've got no life in here when she's not around anymore
It's Sunday evening and the rain is pouring
I talk to the streets but they tell me nothing tonight
Tonight
She just had to leave
And she could not tell me why
Something 'bout a place she had to go on her own
VisceralIs it something visceral?
The way we're deprived, of basic ways to define
Ourselves is tragical
You take it so hard that we just don't look the part
But I believe that we can change it
This incessant hopping of the stereotypes
I think you're down right lying
If you claim to know people you've never met