Life is short in the laughing gallery A secret handshake gets you ice cream and a key To a brand new car that only drives into walls Sugarcoat their eyes All they want Is your silence Breathe in helium Throw away the key Dissolve in the air Never free In the Mile High City All that's good is the air A moon that follows Any road out of there Gunslingers and John Denver They only make me sad Anyway I always thought The Wild West was a drag Like your silence Like your silence Like your silence Breathe in helium Lost to the day A sense of the future fades away There's a cotton thread all wound into a ball Don't try and talk, caught in mid-fall Your eyes are firecrackers, hopeless for tomorrow Your clothes were made for dolls You're clothed in sorrow like your silence Breathe in helium You're lighter than air A sense of the future that disappears