Where gravity is dead   And the airplanes fly around   Above the roaming bees   And the buzzing town   Above the tattered flags   And the rotten show posters   Above the clubs and microphones   Above the jealous mouths      That's where you found yourself   Riding into the sun   On a raft made for one      Red painted radio    Towers sing you songs   Not, not that something's wrong   You've got It in your head   But doesn't it get lonely   Riding up there to the sun   On a single raft for one   Don't you wish for someone      To pull you on a string    Down from atmospheres   Down into a clearing   To kiss and box your ears?      That's where you found yourself   Riding into the sun   On a raft made for one