Half way round the globe
You’re pulling for him,
You’re pulling for her,
You’re pushing the envelope.
You can get Leonard Nimoy
To play the part of Leonard Cohen
Singing the songs you already own.
What are you going to do
When you can’t get through,
Satellite has had enough of you?
Yeah, you can still throttle
And brake with the best of them
If only in certain time and pendulum.
What are you going to say
When a little one gets in your way
And asks the question of the day, “Are you ok?”
Never mind speaking your mind
And shoving it all the way up there.
Satellite is just a sad old light
And still ill equipped to care.
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