Orange

You said there isn't a word that rhymes with orange
I guess that you've never been to Stone Henge
I go there every summer for the longest day of the year
And every summer solstice they open up the stones and everyone can climb aboard and have a little go
It's a real good party with no electricity
Just some hippies and travellers, bongo drums and weed
And when the sun comes up they all start cheering and let me tell you now it's a very special feeling
You show me a tarot card and I'll show you the world
I got my window wide open and I'm hitching home as well

And if it rises in the morning it'll probably sleep and dream
You're just a tiny little speck of history in the grand scheme of things
A tiny cog in a big machine with the power to change everything
But locked inside the mysteries of who we are, where we're from and how on earth we came to be

You say orange is the colour of the sun that decorates the earth
It's also the colour of the fruit and the mobile phone network
And everywhere I go I've got a phone in my hand, it's connected to computers via satellites and
It always makes me feel so far away
From the people that I'm close to and I see everyday

And if it rises in the morning it'll probably sleep and dream
You're just a tiny little speck of history in the grand scheme of things
A tiny cog in a big machine with the power to change everything
But locked inside the mysteries of who we are, where we're from and how on earth we came to be