Bike to Space

To space on your bike
All we got is some weed and greed
And a big imagination machine
Strange people are more familiar
Things girls do and why guys leave
Separate fact from fiction
My active imagination
Thanks for wasting your time on me
Pubs clubs weed
The whole deal
In his looks there showed a wondrous tenderness
God is in need of psychiatric sessions
What goes on in his head
So bored he had to make me
Wondering where i am
Moon howling
Pleading to be beside her