(Currie)

 

There's a true blue moon in the black city sky But it looks white as an eyeball from here And I wonder tonight, does it look white from where you are too?

 

And so far every morning, I wake up missing you The sweat in my T-shirts and dust in my shoes Reminds me that paradise is only a point of view

 

You know, everybody here seems to be sleepwalking And pretending that they're free But they are all owned by Coca-Cola and maintained by vitamin C

 

And there's freak shows and strip shows and theme parks and all those Standard distractions and curiosities So I smile at strangers like this is the place to be But if you took away the sunshine, dirt would be all you'd see

 

And someone should tell me how to stop feeling small Between sky-scraping offices and 20 ft Marlboros The squeeze of a hand suggests love but first "How do you do?"

 

And it's all so sincere here it just seems insane Last night somebody told me that there's two ways to bane: you can kill someone or you can dress up and change your name

 

And you can be a has-been without having been anything But the light relief at the end of the news when the hill of things you've thrown away Is bigger than the things you've used But they say you can still see your face in the polish on the President's shoes

 

So everyone's laughing and living in style The bill for the dentist as big as the smile I open my eyes and toothpaste is all I see You know, everyone's so friendly here they just postponed WW3