Not My Planet Earth

Made up my mind
Not to make up my mind
Recycled recent
Conversations in my head
Tossed and turned a phrase
To awaken the party line
At the end of the day
I ended up on a dead-end thread

Ooh, they faked a fake parade
Ooh, went round the border line
The clown turned out to be
As serious as a priest
Expecting miracles
I got to laugh at least

I have unearthed myself
From the suburban lawn
Not my planet I've landed on
It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
I've landed on

I gave the rousing speech
On a soapbox at closing time
I danced the last call song alone
At the end of the conga line
Talked in volumes much too loud
In volumes much too much
Just to squelch the hum of crowd
And turn my brain to mush

Ooh, I heard the whispers rising
Ooh, Up to a crescendo
I gave the analogy
Of eulogy
In the final act
And gave it slack

I have unearthed myself
From the suburban lawn
Not my planet I've landed on
It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
I've landed on

I Ubered home again
Made another friend
She has my name online
Tipped her a ten
She had a pretty face
In the dashboard light
I wonder where she goes
Where she goes
Where she goes
At the end of the night

I have unearthed myself
From the suburban lawn
Not my planet I've landed on
It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
I've landed on

It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
I've landed on

It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth
It's not my planet earth