You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleepnAsk the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beatnAnd do right by them, work a little in your dreamsnDon't let time rob you, hold onto your memoriesnIn the glass houses, in the pages of the Rolling StonenI get a sick feeling, like I'm rocking in a little boatnHear the big church bell, it's ringing like a mobile phonenSuch a long Sunday drive, and I'm taking it all alonennI want to belong to a reasonnAnd cut a new key to the kingdomnAnd if anybody asks me, say I want to belongnIf anybody asks me, say that it won't take longnIf anybody asks me, say I'm going to get this donenIf anybody asks me, say I got a reasonnnIn the last hard drive in the satellites that kick and spinnYou'll find that old footage so everything can live againnPretty pink roses, the ostrich and the elephantnIt's the next Noah's ark, everything's got to fitnIn the creased pages of a letter I've been trying to sendnTo a young widow who is desperate for some kind of friendnYou'll find a long list of eligible, handsome mennWho want to lay with her, upon the table of the elementsnnThey're going to hold strong to a reasonnAnd cut a new key to the kingdomnAnd if anybody asks them, say they're going to belongnAnd if anybody asks them, say that it won't take long nownAnd if anybody asks them, say they're going to get this donenAnd if anybody asks them, say they've got a reason