And you are like a motorcycle painted black 
A restless ocean on the attack 
The colors red and blue 
They mean nothing to you 
Tally ho! 
Black metal black 
When we were astronauts in Oakland 
Houston calling, Houston called 
And asphalt aeroplanes 
They called out your name 
Tally ho! 
Black metal black 
In the terminal 
Where the windows fade 
You could choose to leave 
Or you can choose to stay 
Either way, it’ll never be the same