Moving down straight streets To your house or mine It's flat all the way There are no hills to climb The streets meet at right angles Map out the way We're planning to do what we did Yesterday We can drink cups of coffee And kill a few hours Everyone's kitchen's exactly Like ours This isn't the real world It's only half-speed I'm heading north But it's all uphill From here Oh, at night we can dream Oh, at night we can dream Here we all are in the city flat It's the bottom of the world And that's that Flat as a table Broad as the day is long Is long Here we all are At the bottom of the world