Not regular party size
Waves crash on either side
He's wearing polypropaline
Clutching a straw, holding on to string
What was he looking for?
Truth or was it heaven?
Or did he just want to go out with a bang
So to speak?
He put his helmet on
Steps out, floats onto the sky
Goodbye

Funny but I can understand why I want to live
Where the traffic controllers are belly dancers
And billboards painted over with colors
Where unkindness is fine and numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons

Where some are meant for sea
And tugboat around the shore's knee
Milling with the sand
And always coming back to land
Where others up above
Is all he cared to think of
Up there with the birds and clouds
And words don't follow
There are times when I sit down to tea
Someone needing a companion will ask me
"How is it going with everything?"
Quite nicely

But I want to live
Where the traffic controllers are belly dancers
And billboards painted over with colors
Where unkindness is fine and numbers or roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons

Though time has soldiered on
I still think upon him
Waiting with the sky, he's crying
Goodbye
What was he looking for?
Truth or was it heaven?
But did he just want to go out with a bang
So to speak


Lyrics submitted by smallwonderrobot

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