How dare you say "you have a good one" when its obvious I don't As plain as the nose on my face examine small holes with searchlights and open up the night to the light listen to the way the children play as the day slips away and the light comes on total exposure Dreams can't wait for tomorrow they want the plastic everlasting now or never But listen to the way the children play as the day slips away and the light comes on total exposure And the tide connects where surfers ride and the power plants the doomsday crop But listen to the way the children play as the day slips away and the light comes on total exposure