On - Meat Puppets

You fools, you geniuses

Take your flight to the dawn

The all in its emptiness

Makes a break for the sun

And the moon in its sights

Keeps the tide from rolling on

On, on

There in the afterglow

When the feelings are all gone

The stars float across the sky

To escape from the sun

But the high life is a straggler

And it keeps on holding on

On, on

Somewhere in my empty head

I hear a distant song

And it sings to the end of day

And after the day is gone

Like an old broken record

It just keeps on playing on

On, on

Like an old broken record

It just keeps on playing on

On, on