It gets dark around here early 
sometimes the moon follows you in the middle of the day 
waiting to be found we're just standing around 
with nothing really much to say 
I didn't know any better 
you didn't think that we should 
so we're gonna burn down the night 
I wanna be misunderstood 
all four wheels across the pavement 
we used to live in black and white 
I only think about tomorrow 
so it'll get me through the night 

and I ain't laughing 
and I ain't joking anymore 
I keep my footsteps to the ground 
I keep my eyes glued to the floor 
and somewhere in between 
only in a Stalin's dream on this side of midnight 

and maybe we're just crazy 
maybe we're better off dead 
maybe thing will never change 
maybe you got it backwards in your head 
the last of the ghetto astronauts could be ignored 
said I'm gonna go where noone has gone before 

it gets dark around here early 
sometimes there's more to the moon than just one man can see 
the voice without a name cries silent just the same 
just the same way 
if I didn't know any better I'd say that maybe we all should 
when the morning comes around don't wanna be misunderstood 
we'll be sleeping on the pavement thinking everything's alright 
waiting for tomorrow to get us through tonight 

and I ain't laughing 
and I ain't joking anymore 
I keep my footsteps to the ground 
I keep my eyes glued to the floor 
and somewhere inbetween 
only in a Stalin's dream on this side of midnight 

been walking with the giants 
been sleeping in a town without a name 
been holding on to your arms and legs 
cuz nobody wants to put you back together again 

and maybe we're just crazy 
maybe we're better off dead 
maybe thing will never change 
maybe you got it backwards in your head 
the last of the ghetto astronauts could be ignored
said I'm gonna go where noone has gone before