Now   I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn   to send a little money home   from here to the moon   is risin' like a discotheque   and now my bags are down and packed for traveling      Lookin' at happiness   keepin' my flavor fresh   nobody knows I guess   how far I'll go, I know   so I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock   meet in a parkin' lot   Harriet Hendershot   sunglasses on, she waits by this      Glass and concrete and stone   It is just a house, not a home.      Skin, that covers me from head to toe   except a couple tiny holes and openings   Where, the city's blowin' in and out   this is what it's all about, delightfully      Everything's possible   when you're an animal   not inconceivable   How things can change, I know      So I'm puttin' on aftershave   nothin' is out of place   gonna be on my way   Try to pretend, it's not only      Glass and concrete and stone   That it's just, not a home.   And its glass and concrete and stone      It is just a house, not a home   And my head is fifty feet high   Let my body and soul be my guide