I guess I get it

We were made of gold
Where did everybody go?
We traded up the habitrail
Where have we been?
Waiting for a tonic & gin
On the way to a jet plane

Stop planting stones in the ground
I could never shut my mouth

I guess I get it
But doing what you should is not an easy thing
You ride it like you're wired but you can't plug in
I'm done with it for good

We were made of glass
Pills for courage that don't last
Wash it down with Orange Crush
My fair sky friends
I've been around the world since then
You never cared for loses and squares

The clock was ticking and yet
We never knew how blue it could get

I guess I get it
But doing what you should is not an easy thing
You ride it like you're wired but you can't plug in
I'm done with it for good

We got #1 Record
You got Radio City
You got the apartment
We got the great big horizon

We were made of gold
Time it never moved so slow
Then we got off
The crazy train

I guess I get it
But doing what you should is not an easy thing
You ride it like you're wired but you can't plug in
So I'm starting with it for good

You cannot go back
Fall down on the tracks
Oh yes, we do.
The best stuff still is free
Patron saint of dreams
Oh yes, it is.