Lonely boy Gazing on the afternoon People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day There's a little yellow man standing by the railway station Painting portraits on the brickwalls of billie holloway Lovely lady smile, dance, my dear, i'm only operating on la**ie come home This was authentic you, she spoke, this was authentic you who blew me cold She had no chance to realize, it hit her straight between the eyes, so i've been told In the park, she's giving out some photographs On which she's giving out some photos of what she hands around They videoed a ghost tonite, she said before i turned it off It rode an orange paper bike and left without a sound Keep on riding, sir, open up the door and shout it out La**ie come home, come home This was authentic you, she spoke, this was authentic you who blew, who blew me cold I had no chance to realize, it hit her straight between the eyes, so i've been told Lonely girl Dancing in a music hall Lightning struck her silver starship and turned it into stone And now she's falling all the time into that void beyond her grey eyes Somewhere a telephone is ringing but nobody's at home Hello, junkie sweetheart Listen now, this is your captain calling Your captain is dead Keep on riding, sir, open up the door and shout it out, shout it out, shout it out shout it out La**ie come home This is your captain calling We're falling all the time All the time La**ie come home Gold/1982