Bic Runga

From here to,
they're to everywhere
and back to union square when do I get some sleep?
Stranded in dew,
whistling the same old tune
but I do believe I might me having fun,
I believe I might be having fun.
Impecably dressed,
in your second kind of mess,
we were waiting for the taxi to come.
Putting on my daytime eyes a good,
enough disguise
until I get some sleep.
Reading out the horriscopes,
using up our jokes
until we get some sleep,
Stand on the moon;
Find the light of my living groom.
I believe I might be having fun I believe,
I might be having fun.
Shoot into the station,
make a dedication,