If you think that light's too pretty for you You should step outside your skin for a moment or two Desert winds come howling down empty boulevards Blowing like sick minstrels when the dust is too hot You thought you were a stranger in your opportunity clothes But the sun makes it all hazy and it doesn't half show You thought you were an actor with an amusing part You danced the bossa nova with your celluloid heart You looked into the mirror and laughed at your face Someone else was watching and handling your case You think that it's easy with the drugs and guitars You like to be backstage and in the star's car
There you go
Summertime, oblivious through noise and the heat Crowded room where you can't find your feet All the seals are broken at a quarter to two But you don't even recognize who you're taking to When they said you're ready you took a swing But it was empty, you didn't hit a thing When they said you're ready you hung on tight But balance is elusive as you run down the night
There you go
Don't throw away your tickets yet, there's probably more You just never know what you're hanging in for Everybody told you you're the one in the know So that's the way, let's do it, there you go
There you go
Compositor: Marty Willson-Piper / Peter Koppes / Steve Kilbey / Tim Powles