Hummingbird, you've lost your bedroom eyes
Oh, mmm

Stole this night for you and me
All I've got are some tin cans, some string, my back and a trampoline

I've got a slowdown family locked up inside my speakers
Gasping for air and screaming for quiet and freedom

We all need a friend who's a poet and locked away
So the things he reads and hears won't affect what he writes and says

And that's why every 12 inch copy of Dark Side of the Moon
Should still have bits of green all stuck down in the gatefold

Where are all the satellites on this night?
Seems the clouds came out to suffocate the starry night sky

Johnny Walker Black is our best friend
'Cause where he kisses our lips, he dares to do it again

We all need a friend who's bottled up and left to mature
So his fingers won't be bleeding from skim-reading death tolls of another man's war

And no the message, tell it's song
Probably wasn't worth the wait
One would be protest-song turned loss-of-hope-song-too-late

So don't live your life to please
And don't take more than you need
'Cause this is give and take, just don't forget the former
We're not in Kansas anymore

Hey, I'm Jaime, I burn bridges, put fires out by lying
I've inhaled more smoke than air today
I'l grow old, and I'll die trying, oh

We're not in Kansas anymore
(We're not in Kansas anymore)
We're not in Kansas anymore
We're not in Kansas anymore
(We're not in Kansas anymore)