| I pick you up on monday morning | |
| in the street | |
| and all you have to do is fall | |
| into the seat | |
| now the time has come for us | |
| time for us to go | |
| turn ourselves over to the unseen | |
| the map will snore | |
| in it's glove compartment | |
| as we pass | |
| and we don't stop until the last ends | |
| except for gas | |
| now the time has come for us | |
| time for us to go | |
| turn ourselves over to the unseen | |
| big fresh | |
| big fresh | |
| where's your lively | |
| big fresh | |
| big fresh | |
| where's your smiley |