作词 : Byrne
  Now
 I'm waking at the crack of dawn
 To send a little money home
 From here to
 The moon
 Is rising like a discotheque
 And now my bags are down and packed
 For traveling
 Looking at happiness
 Keeping my flavor fresh
 Nobody knows, I guess
 How far I'll go
 I know, so I'm
 Leavin at six o'clock
 Meet in the parking lot
 Harriet Hendershot
 Sunglasses on, she waits by this
 Glass and concrete and stone
 It is just a house, not a home
 
 Skin
 That covers me from head to toe
 Except a couple tiny holes
 And openings
 Where
 The city's blowing in and out
 And this is what it's all about
 Delightfully
 Everything's possible
 When you're an animal
 Not inconceivable
 How things can change
 I know, so I'm
 Putting on aftershave
 Nothing is out of place
 Gonna be on my way
 Try to pretend
 It's not
 Only glass and concrete and stone
 And it's just a house, not a home
 
 And it's glass and concrete and stone
 It is just a house, not a home
 And my head is fifty feet high
 Will my body and soul be my guide?