All I need is a horoscope
I walk around with a bar of soap
I've been shot by a neon sun
You know this could be true
But I get lonely on the weekends
Knock knock on the neon sign
Won't you turn around, baby
But I get lonely on the weekends
Night, fields and the neon stars
I pay crusts and the silent heels
I hear you come and I hear you go
Will you turn around, baby
'Cause I get lonely on the weekends
The truth's in: I'm sick of seeing
And the "Coo! Coo!" questions
I'll go the moonlight show
I'll go the moonlight show
I'll go the moonlight show
I'll go the moonlight show
I'll go the moonlight show