Now I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn
  to send a little money home
  from here to the moon
  is risin' like a discotheque
  and now my bags are down and packed for traveling
  
  Lookin' at happiness
  keepin' my flavor fresh
  nobody knows I guess
  how far I'll go, I know
  so I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock
  meet in a parkin' lot
  Harriet Hendershot
  sunglasses on, she waits by this
  
  Glass and concrete and stone
  It is just a house, not a home.
  
  Skin, that covers me from head to toe
  except a couple tiny holes and openings
  Where, the city's blowin' in and out
  this is what it's all about, delightfully
  
  Everything's possible
  when you're an animal
  not inconceivable
  How things can change, I know
  
  So I'm puttin' on aftershave
  nothin' is out of place
  gonna be on my way
  Try to pretend, it's not only
  
  Glass and concrete and stone
  That it's just, not a home.
  And its glass and concrete and stone
  
  It is just a house, not a home
  And my head is fifty feet high
  Let my body and soul be my guide