This is a free seat
Which way you heading?
You keep pushing and you keep pushing
Between the whipcrack and the moonbeams
I said coachman where we heading?

The gleaming teeth
Of the inbetween
I can hear some people laughing
Is this a stitch up
I am not willing
So i am turning you off and then i´m counting

I regret
I turn the clock back
To where i wasn´t taken in
I jump out of the window
And get lost in a jetstream.

This is a ghost coach
That we are riding
Damp decay and splintering
Between the whipcrack and the moonbeams
I can hear some people laughing.

We need a rubber man
We need a stretchy man
I´m not sure i am welcome.

You are a fool
And this is over
Over the cliffs of dover.

I regret
I turn the clock back
To where i wasn´t taken in
I jump out of a window
And get lost in a jetstream.

You´re beautiful
Until i get close
You have the eyes of a mountain goat
A coat of mildew
A bad smell
And the strap broke in my hand.

Now i wanna turn back
I wanna turn back
Turn back
I wanna turn back, i wanna turn back
Turn back, turn back
I wanna turn back.

You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man.

I wanna turn back
I´m on my back
Turn back.