Ground control to susan
Won't you come down from wherever the hell you've been?
Everyone's been laughing
At the things you wrote
The thousand ways you found to choke
On indignity and twisted purity
Ground control to susan
The runway's clear and we are ready for touchdown
We've been so patient
All through the show
Though why you bothered we still don't know
I guess what i'm saying
Is i love you far too much
But i could never tell you when you wanted me to
It's just the way i am
It's just the way we are
Since you ascended to the stars
Let's go on a holiday
Not as far as outer space
But somewhere where you can get lost
Just finding yourself inside yourself
Ground control to susan
Your uncle's given you a cheap cassette machine
Now you can record yourself
And play it back
Oh can't you hear the goodness in that voice
Remember - you have a choice
I guess what i'm saying
Is i love you far too much
To let you get so very out of touch
You've got nothing to fear
It's just the atmosphere
Take my hand and we're back on solid land
There is a third way
- no it's not just empty rhetoric
But it's much too hard to describe
And we've kept all your records for you
That's no mean feat in itself
Ground control to susan
Won't you come down from wherever the hell you've been?
Everybody's been laughing
At the things you wrote...