One, two, one, two, three, four. ♪♪ Can I engage you a while? Can I tug on your elbow? Can I steer you around and be my little sailboat? After you've looked into the half-naked eyes of the wicked, almost the most you can do is roll with the waves gently kicking. Heaven and its fate disappear and just blend into the scenery. Is that a bum puppy in your pants? Are you just happy? Are you just happy to see me? ♪♪ To see me. ♪♪ Where a lunar landscape appears, where the tide's escaping, where the moon's a water balloon, parallax and mistaken, where sun showers turn in the road into your bands of silver, where blue skies reflected in chrome, it's feeling vaguely familiar. Coalesce and fake disappear into a world easier for dreaming. Almost the most you can do is spend most of that time just giving some of that time meaning. ♪♪ Some meaning. Some meaning. Some meaning. ♪♪ Got today's USA today. Courtesy of the hotel. To pain early, you see detail. To pain early, you see detail. ♪♪ Heaven knows fake disappear. Just blend in the scenery. Is that a bumblebee in your pants? Are you just happy? Are you just happy I'm leaving? Are you just happy I'm leaving? I'm leaving. I'm leaving. ♪♪ I'm leaving. ♪♪ I'm leaving.