You're thinking too fast, like some speeding cars
Something inside saying what's with these stars
Wooden handouts and white knucles
Look through the glass and tell me what's with these stars
I see light, a lighted fire, a fire at night, a night full of stars
Handouts of stars, handouts on mars
They're out of this world, and so is this girl
Zoos of captivity, jailhouse within
Dog buddies can laugh again
You see your goals have no purpose, they're like
Cups of fury, dolphin or porpoise
Oceans of lotions moisturize my soul as
You live obsessed with stars
So goodbye Timmy, my cousin
You played the piano of my harp