Moving Things

Half the day is gone

Done nothing, the coffee's burning

Haven't I done some?

Hazy eyes this lazy monday

Ahh, Miss Chang don't go just yet

Finally our plans have met

Cantonese equipment, office lady bang

Wheels done turning, finally our plans have met

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Looking out my lonely window

Wondering about a storm

The ship is sailing across the ocean

Killing everyone on board

Ahh, technicolor disco ball

High tide waves gon' crash into some distant shore

Forklift drifting, cranes are lifting

Longshoremen

Wheels done turning finally our plans have met

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, I've found my light

Thousand pieces scattered sun

Dig a hole on the surface of the Earth

And so shine like stars above

Guide you to your destination

But most of all, enjoy the trip

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh