My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away   Theres so much to say   A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice   And it cannot rejoice      Wanting to be, to hear and to see   Crying to the sky      But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye   Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye      Clicks, clacks   Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while   The ego sings of castles and kings and things   That go with a life of style      Wanting to feel, to know what is real   Living is a lie      But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye   Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye   Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye   Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye