There's a light in everynDark scary roomnThere's one in everyn800 balloonsnThat keeps on flying up and catching the eyenof the passer-bynnDinosaurs died quite a while agonWe still fascinate and look at the bonesnnFor every place i'm atnI never want to visitnI know there's one that nI can call my homennMagic tricks and wrestling is fixednBut it's not as hard as it would seem to get my kicksnYes, You could build a sunset with a pile of sticksnAnd break my heart with it. nnTHERE'S THAT ONE PART OF EVERY SONGnTHAT COULD NEVER BE TO LONGnn