Moving down straight streets
To your house or mine
It's flat all the way
There are no hills to climb
The streets meet at right angles
Map out the way
We're planning to do what we did
Yesterday
We can drink cups of coffee
And kill a few hours
Everyone's kitchen's exactly
Like ours
This isn't the real world
It's only half-speed
I'm heading north
But it's all uphill
From here
Oh, at night we can dream
Oh, at night we can dream
Here we all are in the city flat
It's the bottom of the world
And that's that
Flat as a table
Broad as the day is long
Is long
Here we all are
At the bottom of the world