Why do I shut the bathroom door when nobody's home?nBecause I'm sure as hell there's no one watching.nI've wrapped my mind in police tape so many times.nNow every little thing is yelling caution.nI've got a skyscraper of textbooks obscuring my view,nan alarm clock at my side to keep the pace.nYes, I may be a bit too preoccupiednwith winning this superficial race.nnTell me who the hell remembers the second man on the moon.nnIf I was paid money for every hour I slept,nI'd be looking up at the poverty linenI'm lacking in identity, but deeds are all that show.nJust smile and shake the hand and I look fine.nAn overdose of novacaine, status is all that mattersnAn overdose of novacaine, keep telling yourself thatnAn overdose of novacaine, status is all that mattersnAn overdose of novacainennTell me who the hell remembers the second man on the moonnnThe trunk is filled with boxes. She puts the car in drive.nAnd her caring friend who loves her - he's just a passer-by.nAs the wheels roll forward, she glances to the right.nShe sees only her reflection, but not to the outside.nWith a tear in his eye, he opens up his lips.nThey are dry from constant listening - he never got a kiss.nShe turns up her stereo, never hears what he said.nThe only thing he wanted was for her to think of him.nnTell me who remembers the second man.nWho remembers the second man?nWho remembers the second man?nWho will remember me?