I'm standing on the street
And everybody's looking neat

And I know they're wishing for the moon
But for now they've gotta walk through the summer sun.

In their sandals and their ties
They all go walking by,
Spinning records on their way
For a lack of better things to say..

Q: How 'bout this weather?
A: Yeah, well isn't that nice.

Q: Say, where ya headed?
A: Well, it's the same place I go everyday, John.

And the clouds snicker down at them
As they roll along.

Find a hotel with a view,
At the railing, looking down,
In the lobby down below
People come and people go

And oh-oh, they're wishing for the moon
But for now they've gotta waltz through the summer sun.

All the smokers come in pairs:
One who's out and one who shares.
And everybody's on the phone,
So if you're not, then you're all alone..

Q: How 'bout those ???'s?
A: Oh, was that on last night?

Q: Hey, whatcha doin' now?
A: Well, it's the same thing I do everyday, John.

And the clouds snicker down at them
As they roll along.

Rhino, they're wishing for the moon,
But NASA's slow and the summer takes so long.
Oh no..