Another Letter Home - Del Amitri

There’s a true blue moon in the black city sky

But it looks as white as an eyeball from here

And I wonder tonight, does it look white from where you are too?

And so far every morning, I wake up missing you

The sweat in my T-shirts and dust in my shoes

Reminds me that paradise is only a point of view

You know, everybody here seems to be sleepwalking

And pretending that they’re free

But they are all owned by Coca-Cola and maintained by vitamin C And there’s freak shows and strip shows and theme parks and all those

Standard distractions and curiosities

So I smile at strangers like this is the place to be But if you took away the sunshine, dirt would be all you’d see

And someone should tell me how to stop feeling small

Between sky-scraping offices and twenty-foot Marlboros

The squeeze of a hand suggests love at first «How d’you do?»

And it’s all so sincere here it just seems insane

Last night somebody told me that there’s two ways to fame:

You can kill someone or you can dress up and change your name

And you can be a has-been without having been anything

But the light relief at the end of the news

When the hill of things you’ve thrown away is bigger than the things you’ve used

But they say you can still see your face in the polish on the President’s shoes

So everyone’s laughing and living in style

The bill for the dentist as big as the smile

I open my eyes and toothpaste is all I see

You know, everyone’s so friendly here they just postponed World War Three