You fools, you geniuses Take your flight to the dawn The all in its emptiness Makes a break for the sun And the moon in its sights Keeps the tide from rolling on On, on There in the afterglow When the feelings are all gone The stars float across the sky To escape from the sun But the high life is a straggler And it keeps on holding on On, on Somewhere in my empty head I hear a distant song And it sings to the end of day And after the day is gone Like an old broken record It just keeps on playing on On, on Like an old broken record It just keeps on playing on On, on