Lassie Come Home

Lonely boy
Gazing on the afternoon
People drifting 'cross the surface
Of the twilight day
There's a little yellow man
Standing by the railway station
Painting portraits on the brick walls
Of Billie Holloway

Lovely lady S.M.I².L.E.,
Dance, my dear,
I'm only operating on "Lassie come home"
"This was authentic you," she spoke,
"This was authentic you who blew me cold"
She had no chance to realize
It hit her straight between the eyes
So I've been told

In the park
She's giving out some photographs
On which she's giving out some photos
Of what she hands around
"They videoed a ghost tonight"
She said before I turned it off
"It rode an orange paper bike
And left without a sound"

Keep on riding, sir
Open up the door
And shout it out
"Lassie come home, come home!"
"This was authentic you," she spoke,
"This was authentic you who blew, who blew me cold"
I had no chance to realize
It hit her straight between the eyes
So I've been told

Lonely girl
Dancing in the music hall
Lightning struck her silver starship
And turned it into stone
And now it's falling all the time
Into that void beyond her gray eyes
Somewhere a telephone is ringing
But nobody's at home

"Hello, junkie sweetheart
Listen now, this is your captain calling
Your captain is dead"
Keep on riding, sir, open up the door
And shout it out, shout it out
Shout it out, Shout it out
Lassie come home, Lassie come home
Oooooh, Lassie come home