| I feel my way | |
| Down the okra coloured day | |
| And I found a way | |
| To say goodbye to you again | |
| A hundred thousand miles | |
| I don’t know why we don’t explode | |
| With all that fuel leaking out | |
| We can be the first | |
| Tie a ribbon all ‘round the world | |
| We’ll make it a gift to us | |
| From the start with a wind-flapped officer’s scarf | |
| Like a ghost in the wind | |
| All I want is to make it so | |
| You depend on what I need | |
| Still at 70 miles an hour | |
| Daylight fading into dusk | |
| Milky temple of the night in memory of your sweet delights | |
| The cities that we fly by are like | |
| Strangers waving from a train | |
| Elevator trim the mirrors blink at every lighthouse point | |
| You’re asleep inside of me | |
| You can see the things that I can see | |
| This is everybody’s way and every day | |
| We control ourselves as every night | |
| Our hearts pound like devil drums | |
| I don’t know how they don’t explode |
| I feel my way | |
| Down the okra coloured day | |
| And I found a way | |
| To say goodbye to you again | |
| A hundred thousand miles | |
| I don' t know why we don' t explode | |
| With all that fuel leaking out | |
| We can be the first | |
| Tie a ribbon all ' round the world | |
| We' ll make it a gift to us | |
| From the start with a windflapped officer' s scarf | |
| Like a ghost in the wind | |
| All I want is to make it so | |
| You depend on what I need | |
| Still at 70 miles an hour | |
| Daylight fading into dusk | |
| Milky temple of the night in memory of your sweet delights | |
| The cities that we fly by are like | |
| Strangers waving from a train | |
| Elevator trim the mirrors blink at every lighthouse point | |
| You' re asleep inside of me | |
| You can see the things that I can see | |
| This is everybody' s way and every day | |
| We control ourselves as every night | |
| Our hearts pound like devil drums | |
| I don' t know how they don' t explode |
| I feel my way | |
| Down the okra coloured day | |
| And I found a way | |
| To say goodbye to you again | |
| A hundred thousand miles | |
| I don' t know why we don' t explode | |
| With all that fuel leaking out | |
| We can be the first | |
| Tie a ribbon all ' round the world | |
| We' ll make it a gift to us | |
| From the start with a windflapped officer' s scarf | |
| Like a ghost in the wind | |
| All I want is to make it so | |
| You depend on what I need | |
| Still at 70 miles an hour | |
| Daylight fading into dusk | |
| Milky temple of the night in memory of your sweet delights | |
| The cities that we fly by are like | |
| Strangers waving from a train | |
| Elevator trim the mirrors blink at every lighthouse point | |
| You' re asleep inside of me | |
| You can see the things that I can see | |
| This is everybody' s way and every day | |
| We control ourselves as every night | |
| Our hearts pound like devil drums | |
| I don' t know how they don' t explode |