Hey Hey Hey 

Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah 



I talk too much 

my thoughts fly out like silly string 

You just wanna shut me up 

You think I'm frightening 

You dig my body 

but my mind is just an afterthought 

You remember sex 

but my poetry is somethin' you forgot 

You say I'm deep 

But you fall asleep 

while I'm crying 

crying 

cuz... 



CHORUS: 

You are in China 

and I'm on the moon 

You're outta touch 

and I'm outta tune 

Do ya think we could meet in L.A. 

and will you have something to say... 

Hey Hey 

Hey Hey 



I've been trying to find a way 

to compromise 

I'll pose naked for a photograph 

if you philosophize 

You want it deep 

but I fall asleep 

when you're coming 

coming 

yeah... 



REPEAT CHORUS 



(There's a bunch of gibberish over the bridge - see if you can figure it out. It's something about sending a letter, paging me, leaving me a message and I still won't call back blah blah blah...) 



You are in China 

and I'm on the moon 

You're outta touch and I'm on the moon 

Do ya think we could meet in L.A.? 



REPEAT CHORUS