Hey Hey Hey    Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah       I talk too much    my thoughts fly out like silly string    You just wanna shut me up    You think I'm frightening    You dig my body    but my mind is just an afterthought    You remember sex    but my poetry is somethin' you forgot    You say I'm deep    But you fall asleep    while I'm crying    crying    'cause...       CHORUS:    You are in China    and I'm on the moon    You're outta touch    and I'm outta tune    Do ya think we could meet in L.A.    and will you have something to say...    Hey Hey    Hey Hey       I've been trying to find a way    to compromise    I'll pose naked for a photograph    if you philosophize    You want it deep    but I fall asleep    when you're coming    coming    yeah...       REPEAT CHORUS       (There's a bunch of gibberish over the bridge - see if you can figure it out. It's something about sending a letter, paging me, leaving me a message and I still won't call back blah blah blah...)       You are in China    and I'm on the moon    You're outta touch and I'm on the moon    Do ya think we could meet in L.A.?       REPEAT CHORUS