Babies on beach blankets headed for Mars
Cute boys with crew cuts and day glow surfboards
There's a pretty lady in a bikini, her eyes are bright
But her teeth look like smashed out window panes
She's trying to fix her dreams
With sushi and facials and carrot juice
CHORUS: There's a white wall that we can't see over now
But that's okay, we're still learning
Mistakes, they are allowed
If you're a satellite, oh, oh, oh...
Yoga classes so you can look good in your singles bar
California's sure lovely;
It's the home of the stars
And everybody is a nice body
But souls are like shadows, hollow inside, choked
And hiding behind volley balls and valium and power bars
CHORUS
BRIDGE: We understand a lot of things
About modern techonology
But not about dreams
Our hearts are on the shelves
We can't fix ourselves
But we can fix a satellite
Because in Hollywood
The heroes are strung out on grace
And half-skinned gypsies are crying to leave this place
The pope can't fix my broken heart
Rock 'n' roll can't fix my broken heart
Valium can't fix my broken heart
Miss Cleo can't fix my broken heart
But will you fix my broken heart?
Cause I'm gonna give you a satellite
Fix my broken heart