I left my heavy guitars in Maidenhead
Instead of yelling and screaming
I put it all
Where no one sees it
And sometimes I say to my brother
You'll do just fine
I need a rocket and you need time
One for the big mind
'Cause I know you need to dance to something
Or sing it on your way home
One for the big mind
'Cause I wouldn't want to disappoint
You mean so much to me
And you do
Full grown man's gonna reunite his band
If he can
But all of that money in his shoe can't make him twenty-two
Or half as cool
I say to my animal and all her lives
I could use seven or eight if you don't mind
Did I write a big enough
Write a big enough chorus for you
You don't know a thing about
Know a thing about getting down when you're up
In your skyscraper
Copy-cat of a girl won't phone me back
How about that
Too busy I bet
She's sick of being a sheep but I wish her well
And I can tell I'm gonna make Castor a bigger star
Than he ever thought he'd never get so far
