Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed, a pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand But, oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near And only you, and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You've had a busy day today Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You've had a busy day today Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back, she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man, he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on, she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums Oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near And only you, and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, She was a seamstress for the band; Pretty eyed, high rate smile, She'll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancin in the sand; And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand. Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God; Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad. Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on, she sangs the song The words she knows, the tune she hums. But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near, Only you and you can hear me When I sing softly, slowly. Chorus: Hold me closer tiny dancer, Count the headlights on the highway, Lay me down in sheets of linen, You had a busy day today. Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, She was seamstress for the band; Pretty eyed, pirate smile, Hear she married a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her She was dancin in the sand. And now she's in me, always with me, Tiny dancer in my hand. Chorus: Hold me closer tiny dancer, Count the headlights on the highway, Lay me down in sheets of linen, You had a busy day today. Chorus: Hold me closer tiny dancer, Count the headlights on the highway, Lay me down in sheets of linen, You had a busy day today.

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out on the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man, he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on She sings the songs The words she knows the tune she hums But, oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand But, oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today

She's waiting on, She's waiting on that storm to come. Into her heart, into her heart she's waiting. She told me I must hold onto the mo-oment. And when the moments over I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone And like a bird, yes like a bird, she'll fly away. She never said, she never said she'd stay here. She's waiting on, She's waiting on that ship to come. I cannot fight, I cannot fight the ocean, all alone (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. Now kiss me on, now kiss me on my broken wings. Don't leave me here, don't leave me in the water. She's waiting on, She's waiting on that storm to come. And when the rain comes down I will be washed away. I hope, I hope we meet again. I want, I want to hold you again. I hope, I hope we meet again. I'll know, I'll know until the end. I'll be all aloooone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone.

The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air You know it's funny how the people say the world is changed, It's like: Saying that stranger's a kind of strange It's like: Saying that water is kind of wet It's like: Saying that Elvis is kind of dead It's evident to anyone with half a brain that things change, That's why books have more than one page, That's why, me and my grandfather aren't the same age, That's why New Kids On The Block thery're not rockin' on Triple-J But, the more things change, the more they stay the same Same old girls, same wars, same games Sure, there's climate change, and there's terrorists and AIDS But we used to have the nazis And now it's was way way way worse But things get bad, then get better, Before I started eating bree, I used to eat cheddar The world is always gonna change, only love stays the same, Like I say in the refrain The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air When I died, I got them to cryogenically freeze me Believe me, it cost four million, that's cheap To see the future, see infinity, I thought that I had proven the truth of man's divinity But I discovered, I was poor like a chimney sweep, The richest man is just a tramp in the scheme of things Up there in the future, it wasn't much fun, Just a bunch of frozen businessman dreaming of a refund "Gimme back my money" They were yellin', Calling for the manager They were used to those credit card advantages But MasterCard can't change the past, can it? No kind of plastic is worth shit on a dead planet The whole place was cold like you wouldn't believe Just dead rocks in a dried up sea Just like time gone by Just like five fuckin' billion BC The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air Instrumental The meek shall inherit the earth, they're fine Don't have to fight for that shit Just have to bide your time Keep quiet, don't write any rhymes if you can help it 'Cos I'm sure god favors the silent, not the violent, Maybe the vibrant, definitely firemen Maybe the prime mister if he sticks to his assignment To lead wisely and not be divisive And while I'm on the subject, God, can you make him bring back human rights All right, fine, this is not a diatribe Just an ordinary rhyme about extraordinary times Hey, digital natives, on the love super highway You come my way leave e-mails and just fly away How good's that? I guess it's not all bad Crap, shit, fuck! We can still make positive tracks, Cut them on wax, under the full moon, Bury 'em for a month, And deep fry that to make, to make beats fat Fatter in batter, that's my motto, Like Specto said: back to mono, before he went loco Chatter for chatters sake that's the game, So I write rhymes that don't nessecerely mean a thing Sometimes, but this time I write a rhyme I can't deny I lie awake at night and recite the diatribe I'm alive and inspired to write rhymes or die tryin'. The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air