There's a true blue moon in the black city sky
  But it looks white as an eyeball from here
  And I wonder tonight, does it look white from where you are too?
  
  And so far every morning, I wake up missing you
  The sweat in my T-shirts and dust in my shoes
  Reminds me that paradise is only a point of view
  
  You know, everybody here seems to be sleepwalking
  And pretending that they're free
  But they are all owned by Coca-Cola and maintained by vitamin C
  
  And there's freak shows and strip shows and theme parks and all those
  Standard distractions and curiosities
  So I smile at strangers like this is the place to be
  But if you took away the sunshine, dirt would be all you'd see
  
  And someone should tell me how to stop feeling small
  Between sky-scraping offices and 20 ft Marlboros
  The squeeze of a hand suggests love but first "How do you do?"
  
  And it's all so sincere here it just seems insane
  Last night somebody told me that there's two ways to bane:
  you can kill someone or you can dress up and change your name
  
  And you can be a has-been without having been anything
  But the light relief at the end of the news when the hill of things you've
  thrown away
  Is bigger than the things you've used
  But they say you can still see your face in the polish on the President's
  shoes
  
  So everyone's laughing and living in style
  The bill for the dentist as big as the smile
  I open my eyes and toothpaste is all I see
  You know, everyone's so friendly here they just postponed WW3