Broad tires sand the streets in victory By sidewalks framed with jealous grass The lack of change that defines infinite Is the only thing that comes to pass We know what we ought to know We know what we have to know We need more lights on in our neighborhood and in our homes All of the rooftops crowd the infinite Block out the stars and shield the sun The streetlamps line the streets in victory The nouveau constellations We know what we ought to know We know what we have to know We need more lights on in our neighborhood and in our homes