Hey Hey Hey

Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah



I talk too much

my thoughts fly out like silly string

You just wanna shut me up

You think I'm frightening

You dig my body

but my mind is just an afterthought

You remember sex

but my poetry is somethin' you forgot

You say I'm deep

But you fall asleep

while I'm crying

crying

cuz...

CHORUS:

You are in China

and I'm on the moon

You're outta touch

and I'm outta tune

Do ya think we could meet in L.A.

and will you have something to say...

Hey Hey

Hey Hey



I've been trying to find a way

to compromise

I'll pose naked for a photograph

if you philosophize

You want it deep

but I fall asleep

when you're coming

coming

yeah...



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(There's a bunch of gibberish over the bridge - see if you can figure it out. It's something about sending a letter, paging me, leaving me a message and I still won't call back blah blah blah...)



You are in China

and I'm on the moon

You're outta touch and I'm on the moon

Do ya think we could meet in L.A.?



REPEAT CHORUS