i'm home alone tonight.

full moon illuminates my room,

and sends my mind aflight.

i think i was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible... with you.

so i call you the tine can phone.

we rendezvous at a quarter-two,

and make sure we're alone.

i may have found a way for you and i to finally fly free.

when we get there, we're gonna go so fa away.

making sure to laugh;

while we experience anti-gravity.

for years, i kept it to myself.

now potentialities are abound,

and sleeping under my shelf.

simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy,

and we'll be there.

so i call you on the tin can phone.

we rendezvous at a quarter-two,

and make sure we're alone.

i may have found the way for you and i to finally be free.