It looks like the tide is calling Send off is drawing near The whistle blowing The commander's on the phone I wont know your thoughts when i'm gone I wont have a lot to say But i'll be bored of smiling when it ain't at you And its alright, its alright Its alright, its alright Why you'e my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon You play your cards with a mystery face And use your golden grace I'll be sending my guards to come find you I don't know where to fall Or if this is love at all But your lips on mine have branded a sign But its alright, its alright It's alright, it's alright You're my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon Its alright Why you're my hand me down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon