I’m home alone tonight.
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind
aflight.
I think I was dreaming up some thought that were
seemingly possible...with you.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we’re
alone.
I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly
free.
When we get there, we’re gonna go so far away.
Making sure to laugh; while we experience
anti-gravity.
For years, I kept it to myself.
Now potentialities are abound, and sleeping under my
shelf.
Simply choose your destination from the diamond
canopy, and we’ll be there.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous at quarter-two, and make sure alone.
I may have found the way for you and I to finally be
free.