Don't mind me saying, I feel a bit like Martha Mitchell
A face on the cover of a gossip magazine
Fallen from grace under the scorn of Richard Nixon
Let's have some breakfast and a bucket of caffeine
To make it all right
For all I remember is punk rock
And songs we didn't sing
The bottle of Stevens and the porcelain figurine
We lifted and tied up to an animal balloon
Then toasted
Bade godspeed
And safe passage to the moon
And beyond our telescopes into the great unknown
To meet and to greet our future colonies
With a song of this one evening
Let's both agree that Lauren's house is now off limits
For there are more gentle ways to lift a thousand kilograms
And make it all right
For all I remember
Is Birdman
And games we didn't win
Sleep Bellum Sonno
And the porcelain figurine
Rooted
Like pine trees
Like ballerina leaps
Made for soaring
But bound by gravity
All in vain
This gravitational pull
Our ball and chain
It's ok. it's allright
I'll fall for you tonight
Wake up and rewind
It's all right going home tonight
It's all right going home tonight
To old buildings and conversations I thought I'd never have again
About the end of good intentions and the beginning of the end
It's all right, if you are home tonight
It's all right, if you are home tonight
It's ok. it's allright
I'll fall for you tonight
Wake up and rewind
New songs
New scenes
With porcelain figurines
And high hopes for our inbetweens