Skypaging on four wheels 
Coming down on none 
I am the wildgame 
Turn away and I'm gone 
Blue screen in the clouds 
None is real when thought about 
But true and real when overcome 

I'll be the basics of the undergrowth 
Peeling off the skin of the antilope 
Run like a circus in the middle of June 
And wake up by the road 
In the absence of clothes 

If you had a lover 
Who was Japanese 
Or from the Middle East 
Would you run for cover 
Away from me 

And the billboards block the sun 
Walking in the shade of a promise 
Investments are made 
Chances or none 
Equally divided among the most of us 

If you had a lover 
Who was Japanese 
Or from the Middle East 
Would you then discover 
The truth about 
You and me 
If you had a lover 
Who was Japanese 
Or from the Middle East 
Would you run for cover 
Away from me