Hey Hey Hey 
Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah 

I talk too much 
my thoughts fly out like silly string 
You just wanna shut me up 
You think I'm frightening 
You dig my body 
but my mind is just an afterthought 
You remember sex 
but my poetry is somethin' you forgot 
You say I'm deep 
But you fall asleep 
while I'm crying 
crying 
cuz... 

CHORUS: 
You are in China 
and I'm on the moon 
You're outta touch 
and I'm outta tune 
Do ya think we could meet in L.A. 
and will you have something to say... 
Hey Hey 
Hey Hey 

I've been trying to find a way 
to compromise 
I'll pose naked for a photograph 
if you philosophize 
You want it deep 
but I fall asleep 
when you're coming 
coming 
yeah... 

REPEAT CHORUS 

(There's a bunch of gibberish over the bridge - see if you can figure it out. It's something about sending a letter, paging me, leaving me a message and I still won't call back blah blah blah...) 

You are in China 
and I'm on the moon 
You're outta touch and I'm on the moon 
Do ya think we could meet in L.A.? 

REPEAT CHORUS