Home, surround the halo
Held up to a clear night sky
Smiling at the moon
Roll over
Soon, become the hero
Down beyond the orbit of your sight
Roll over
Roll over
Roll over soon
Roll over
Roll over soon

Gently moving, scarcely born
Sitting back to front on the top of the moon
I say it's not happening and I'm falling asleep
Something has to budge before the end of the week

And I smile expressionlessly
And I smile expressionlessly