My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away 
Theres so much to say 
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice 
And it cannot rejoice 

Wanting to be, to hear and to see 
Crying to the sky 

But the porpoise is laughing 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 

But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye 
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye 
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye 
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye