Don't mind me saying, I feel a bit like Martha Mitchell A face on the cover of a gossip magazine Fallen from grace under the scorn of Richard Nixon Let's have some breakfast and a bucket of caffeine To make it all right For all I remember is punk rock And songs we didn't sing The bottle of Stevens and the porcelain figurine We lifted and tied up to an animal balloon Then toasted Bade godspeed And safe passage to the moon And beyond our telescopes into the great unknown To meet and to greet our future colonies With a song of this one evening Let's both agree that Lauren's house is now off limits For there are more gentle ways to lift a thousand kilograms And make it all right For all I remember Is Birdman And games we didn't win Sleep Bellum Sonno And the porcelain figurine Rooted Like pine trees Like ballerina leaps Made for soaring But bound by gravity All in vain This gravitational pull Our ball and chain It's ok. it's allright I'll fall for you tonight Wake up and rewind It's all right going home tonight It's all right going home tonight To old buildings and conversations I thought I'd never have again About the end of good intentions and the beginning of the end It's all right, if you are home tonight It's all right, if you are home tonight It's ok. it's allright I'll fall for you tonight Wake up and rewind New songs New scenes With porcelain figurines And high hopes for our inbetweens