Tell me some tales of your life in the tunnels
I'll sing you a song of life high above ground
I'm in a tower that couldn't be higher
You're in a bower a hundred miles down
I'm in the air, the world's out of my hair
My heads in the clouds and I read by the moon
I'm in the stars and you are sub-radar
Digging your home with a rusty old spoon
Hey little mole, what's it like in your hole?
Why did you go underground?
What kind of life have you found?
Tell me a tale of two hundred stories
I'll sing you a song of a world down below
My ladder and steps don't reach up to your basement
The lift in your building won't go near this low
I dig the gloom in this womb of a room
I'm perfectly happy just shoring up walls
The worms they all need me, the little grubs feed me
I'm close to the core and there's nowhere to fall
Hey Mr. Eye, what's it like in the sky?
Why did you fly off the ground?
What kind of life have you found?
Tell me some tales of survival substrata
I'll sing you a song of the high life up here
The air is so rarified, food is delivered
By people from earth whom you tip with a beer
I haven't a care and I never go down where
The smoke is a joke and you're scared all the time
I can see it so clearly but don't want it near me
I'm the first superman to emerge from the slime
Hey little mole, what's it like in your hole?
Why did you go underground?
What kind of life have you found?
Hey Mr. Eye, there's one thing we agree on
You'll never come here and I'll never go there
My eyes aren't accustomed to all of your bright lights
Your lungs they would gasp for a good blast of air
We've made decisions, we've both had visions
Of something else, somewhere else, some other way
But your money bought you, my instincts taught me
The ground's not the best place to live on today
Mole in his hole, Eye in the sky
That's why we moved from the ground
Long live the life we have found