Testi Soundtracks :: I

Now

I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn

to send a little money home

from here to the moon

is risin' like a discotheque

and now my bags are down and packed for traveling



Lookin' at happiness

keepin' my flavor fresh

nobody knows I guess

how far I'll go, I know

so I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock

meet in a parkin' 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 blowin' in and out

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 puttin' on aftershave

nothin' is out of place

gonna be on my way

Try to pretend, it's not only



Glass and concrete and stone

That it's just, not a home.

And its glass and concrete and stone



It is just a house, not a home

And my head is fifty feet high

Let my body and soul be my guide