I kept waking up, wondering where the hell I was
But I kept finding myself in my own bed
I was dreaming all night about beds in other places
Different cities, different streets, different oceans
I flew in last night on my magical carpet
I returned from a land far, far away
Where they eat dolls on sticks and music's for sale and
Where they have nothing. nothing, nothing to say
And as I am smoking my last cigarette of the morning
And I pout my very first glass of wine
I have to peel you off the ceiling on my own
I'm having a hard home-coming party
Baby, it's so quiet here
I can still smell the ocean on my dress
And I am keeping it for the cold, lonely nights
'Cause now I have nowhere to go,
No one to meet in the morning
And I wonder where the hell I should go
I have to go
I have to go
I have to go
The ride was a trip so don't ask me no questions
For my lips feel as though they've never been kissed
And I am kissing goodbye the eye of a beholder
And now I'm going to bed for all has been said
All has been said