Mum is the word Dumb is a better word Or haven't you heard Luke the Drifter and me Wrote us a song Too lonesome to sing Not on this side of the dial Not on this short wave Buster Keaton and I Danced out on the windowsill Ten stores high If one night you get to walking Way up off the ground Do yourself a favor Don't look down I keep falling back to earth Just as I am floating high Luke the Drifter and me Thumbed us a ride On the highway of dreams When you're out beyond the city This old road gets dark You lose your bearings And forget where you are I keep falling back to earth Just as I am floating high Very high High, high