Hey Hey

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
 'cause...
 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