outside a broken phone booth with money in my hand

i've got planets in my palm

there's a red smear on the sky

a star has just exploded somewhere behind my eyes

in the dead of night the city seems to break down into tribes

you stare at too much concrete

you forget the earth's alive

young men see visions and old men dream dreams

see them pluck bright pebbles out of circles in the stream

life's not always like they tell you in the fashion magazines

when i set eyes on wonders

i've got to wonder what they mean

outside in the starshine you can see beyond the wall

so take a look and tell me

can you hear those black holes call?

everything is thunder under the celestial waterfall

you get close enough to real things

you don't need your self at all