Friends have often asked me why

I'm sensitive about my height

I just turn around and say

well, I used to be immune

all my life I have waited

to be given any word

and it was screaming to be head

please remember...

the Earth can be any shape you want it

any shape at all

dark and cold or bright and warm

long or thing or small

but it's home and all I ever had

and maybe why for me the Earth is flat



Then when they spill the demon seed

turn and face into the wind

all along you still believed

you believed you were immune

and if love is all you're missing

look into your heart

is anybody home?

please remember...

the Earth can be any shape you want it

any in the world

but don't you point that raygun at me

I might just explode

there are stones buried in your soul

and only a fool would blame the death of rock and roll

and in time you'll come to understand

this flat old Earth is in your gentle hands