When the mirrors on the moon, shine down onto my lagoon...
They make me think a lot about a rental car; filled with half a tank of gas, or what it would take to get me past... All the welcome signs they planted on the edge of town.
Man, I must surely be the luckiest guy around... Spendin' all this time above ground.
And the part that's right before the end, goes over and over again:
When the mirrors on the moon, shine down onto my lagoon... They make me think a lot about a rental car; filled with half a tank of gas, or what it would take to get me past... All the welcome signs they planted on the edge of town.
Man, I must surely be the luckiest guy around... Spendin' all this time above ground.
And the part that's right before the end, goes over and over again:
We all live on a deserted eyeland.