I’m home alone tonight.
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight.
I think I was dreaming up some thoughts
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 a quarter-two, and make sure we’re alone.
I may have found a way for you and I to finally be free.
