rides his bike on a tarmac causeway

makes him ten feet tall and drives him anywhere

dreams of rockets and home run heroes

takes the brakes off on the big hills for a dare

oh when its dark here

there's a voice that will always call you in

but you don't care

you still sleep without thinking

best of luck mr gorsky all the world's waiting for you

there's a clock on the wall

and it ticks when you're small

counting for you

good luck mr gorsky all the worlds waiting for you

there's a plaque on the wall

that your wife won at school

cleans it for you



making holes in the tall white fences

and a hundred curtains flicker as you pass

think that man must be ninety seven

built a telescope he focused on the stars

models in boxes never look like the pictures on the front

but that's o k

they still fly on elastic


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