i'm home alone tonight.
full moon illuminates my room,
and sends my mind aflight.
i think i was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible... with you.
so i call you the tine can phone.
we rendezvous at a quarter-two,
and make sure we're alone.
i may have found a way for you and i to finally fly free.
when we get there, we're gonna go so fa away.
making sure to laugh;
while we experience anti-gravity.
for years, i kept it to myself.
now potentialities are abound,
and sleeping under my shelf.
simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy,
and we'll be there.
so i call you on the tin can phone.
we rendezvous at a quarter-two,
and make sure we're alone.
i may have found the way for you and i to finally be free.
