Brown stained-glass with a light. Shining brightly in the sky.
Chorus: I'll ride my bike home. On my own.
You don't have to be there, I don't seem to care.
Teddy bears, silly clocks, on the top of City Hall.
People crossing, lots of cars, how'd we ever get this far?
Chorus
Take em' down, Build em' up, is it all just really luck?
Purple ink makes me think, will I ever be alone?
Chorus
Tootsie rolls, telephones, stacks of paper really high.
Brown stained-glass with a light. Shinging brightly in the sky.