Man on the moon

I'm waiting for you to come get me.


Lyrics from a little while back:

A man walks up to a vendingmachine

He’s hoping to buy, to buy a dream

‘cause his nights’ve been black, since

his nights’ve been black ever since;

All the people, in their houses

Have been blowing out their candles at night

but what they don’t realize is

That he uses them as a guide

Are all people in your way?

A girl walks up to a vendingmachine

She’s hoping to buy grass that is as green

As the grass of the gardens

As the grass of the gardens

Of all the people, in the houses

Who’ve cut their flowers down

But what they don’t realize is

She uses them for her crown

Are all people in your way?

And when I walk up, to a vendingmachine

I’m hoping to find stuff I’ve never seen

I’m willing to open my eyes

I’m willing to open my eyes

But all the people, in their houses

are keeping their doors locked

and what they don’t realize is

I’ll only have to knock

Yes.. well.. you have smelly armpits!

I am so tired.