Is this a free seat?

Which way you heading?

You keep pushing and you keep pushing.

Between the whipcrack

And the moonbeams

I said coachman where we heading?

The gleaming teeth

Of the inbeween

I can hear some people laughing.

Is this a stitch up?

I am not willing.

So I am turning you off and then I'm counting.

I regret.

I turn the clock back.

To where I wasn't taken in.

I jump out

Of a window

And get lost in a jetstream.

Whis is a ghost coach

That we are riding

Damp decay and splintering.

Between the whipcrack

And the moonbeams

I can hear some people laughing.

We need a rubber man

We need a stretchy man

I'm not sure I am welcome.

You are a fool

And this is over

Over the cliffs of dover.

I regret.

I turn the clock back.

To where I wasn't taken in.

I jump out

Of a window

And get lost in a jetstream.

You're beautiful

Until I get close

You have the eyes of a mountain goat.

A coat of mildew

A bad smell

And the strap broke in my hand.

Now I wanna turn back.

Turn back.

I wanna turn back.

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

I wanna turn back

I wanna turn back

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

You need a rubber man

You need a stretchy man

I wanna turn back

I'm on my back

Turn back.