Looking for a ladder
In the stratosphere
So I can be happy
Let my problems melt away
Stranded on a plane
With a cigarette
Carry my heart
Like a soldier with a hand grenade
Walking down the aisle
Of the supermarket
Looking for the things forth
To carry my senses away
Listen to the voice
On the telephone
Somebody's calling
Somebody's on the way
Looking for a home
In the magazine page
Wages in my pocket
Gonna buy me anything that I need
A sense in my brain
Batting an eye
Washing away
Keeping it the oceans below
I'm not scared
'Cause there's nobody there
Mind is awake
Anything could lead me astray
Listen to the voice
On the radio wave
Somebody needs you
Somebody who is far away