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 traveling 



Lookin' 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, delightfully 



Everything's possible 

when you're an animal 

not inconceivable 

How things can change, I know 



So 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 stone 



It is just a house, not a home 

And my head is fifty feet high 

Let my body and soul be my guide