Well I’ve been strung out on a song
Or a place where I believe
As the lyrics start to fall
She’s in my bed, I’m off the wall

Call me up call me up
Call me up Columbia

The sun goes down over Hyde Park
The concierge is tending bar
Meanwhile back across the pone
Now my friends are dads and moms

Have you gone so far
That you don’t need love?
It’s when you told m why
That you’ve had enough

I’ll be okay you’ll be okay

The Shining meets old Spinal Tap
While I take a disco nap
With my receiver off the hook
Another page in Nite bob’s book

Have you go so far that you
Don’t need love?
It’s when you told me why
That you’ve had enough
And you don’t look back
And you don’t come close
All your dope sick friends
Are hanging round the ghosts

I’ll be okay and you’ll be okay
My Columbia