Now
I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn
to send a little money home
from here to the moon
is risin' like a discotheque
and now my bags are down and packed for travelingLookin' at happiness
keepin' my flavor fresh
nobody knows I guess
how far I'll go, I know
so I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock
meet in a parkin' lot
Harriet Hendershot
sunglasses on, she waits by this
Glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home.Skin, that covers me from head to toe
except a couple tiny holes and openings
Where, the city's blowin' in and out
this is what it's all about, delightfullyEverything's possible
when you're an animal
not inconceivable
How things can change, I knowSo I'm puttin' on aftershave
nothin' is out of place
gonna be on my way
Try to pretend, it's not only
Glass and concrete and stone
That it's just, not a home.
And its glass and concrete and stoneIt is just a house, not a home
And my head is fifty feet high
Let my body and soul be my guide
