The ship went down To lay on the ground at the bottom of the sea I wound up on a deserted island When the ancient lights held their dances in the sky Well, they nearly got me thinking that I could stay But I had to get out right away At last my shoes Dropped back in the grooves of the city's slippery stairs I stepped out on a deserted eyeland When the mirrors on the moon Shine down onto my lagoon They make me think a lot about a rental car Filled with half a tank of gas Or what it would take to get me past All the welcome signs they planted on the edge of town Man, I must surely be the luckiest guy around Spending all this time above the ground And the part that's right before the end Goes over and over again "We all live on a deserted eyeland" And the part that's right before the end Goes over and over again "We all live on a deserted eyeland" On a deserted eyeland