Lassie Come Home

Lonely boy
Gazing on the afternoon
People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day …

There’s a little yellow man
Standing by the railway station
Painting portraits on the brickwalls
Of Billie Holloway 

Lovely lady smile,
Dance, my dear,
I’m only operating on lassie come home 

This was authentic you, she spoke,
This was authentic you who blew me cold 

She had no chance to realize,
It hit her straight between the eyes,
So I’ve been told 

In the park, she’s giving out some photographs
On which she’s giving out some photos of what she hands around 

They videoed a ghost tonite,
She said before I turned it off
It rode an orange paper bike
And left without a sound 

Keep on riding, sir, open up the door
And shout it out
Lassie come home, come home 

This was authentic you, she spoke,
This was authentic you who blew, who blew me cold 

I had no chance to realize,
It hit her straight between the eyes,
So I’ve been told 

Lonely girl
Dancing in a music hall
Lightning struck her silver starship
And turned it into stone 

And now she’s falling all the time
Into that void beyond her grey eyes
Somewhere a telephone is ringing
But nobody’s at home 

Hello, junkie sweetheart
Listen now, this is your captain calling
Your captain is dead 

Keep on riding, sir, open up the door
And shout it out, shout it out,
Shout it out
Shout it out 

Lassie come home 
This is your captain calling 
We’re falling all the time 
All the time 
Lassie come home 

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