Atomic Spaceport Lullaby

(hummmm) (doo doo) (ahhhh)

Last call under a quiet sign Copper tiles and a low blue

glow I count the ships like drifting time While the room lets

the hour go (hummmm) Hold me in this lonesome sway Where the

ceiling turns like slow moons Let the bass speak,

soft and plain And the night hums in small tunes

Stay a little, drift my way (la la) The bartender smiles without

a name Polished glass and tired hands A photo booth that never

came From a world that understands One chord turns and feels half-wrong

Then settles like a distant train (hummmm) Something in the air leans

cold Like a postcard left unread I hear a line the valves

once told Then it fades inside my head (ahhhh) (doo doo) Hold

me in this lonesome sway Where the ceiling turns like slow moons

Let the bass speak,

soft and plain

And the night hums in small tunes Stay a little,

drift my way

(la la) (hummmm)

(la la) (ahhhh)