My, my, the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
An image cannot rejoice
Wanting to see, to know and to be
Crying to the sky
And the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie
And the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye