Fly high on the rug   With the ones you know   With the ones you love   With the ones you trust      Riding the van, the bus, the plane again   And hear the sound   Little air to breathe   Little work to kill   A nice table to seat   A clean pillow to dream   New streets to ride   Another place to start   It's better to break your back   Better to break your heart      I want to go wrong, if we do it   We can stop the time tonight   Bring all the bad ones   You know you got it wrong   It means we got it right      Telling lies with stars   Makin up a weird glory   Young bosom, dark lies   Twisting my touring guide   Numbers I try to resist   Through your watch they disappear   All the memories you can trust   All the voices talk to much   All the photos you've seen   War medals for someone   like me like he like she   like me like he like she   Cause you'd better break your bed   Than lay down and sleep      I want to go wrong, if we do it   We can stop the time tonight   Bring all the bad ones   You know you got it wrong   It means we got it right      How many times times times times   We had the chance   How many times times times times   We had the chance   How many times times times times   We had the chance   How many times, times times