Sometimes in the dead of the night,
I'm dreaming that I'm flying at the speed of light
Two seconds, I'm brushing past the face of the moon.
Eight seconds flat, on the surface of Mars
I'm kicking up the red dust and drinking at bars
I lean back and raise a toast to the stars tonight
When I'm dreaming at the speed of light.
Some days I just settle for the speed of sound
Step off this porch and blow a kiss to this whole damn town
Let off one of them sonic booms and break all the windows in eleven rows
I blow off the hats of the boys at the old fairground,
Laughing at the speed of sound
And you'd say go, why don't you go there?
If you want to go, why don't you decide?
Pick a row, just decide
Is it a train or a plane or a bride?
Decide, decide, decide, decide
Your love makes me move at the speed of trees.
Lay down some roots, I've grown a head full of make-believe
But if it weren't for that face of yours,
I'd be rattling windows, blowing down doors
Look at me here, I'm planted square down on my knees
Oh, on my knees
Oh, on my knees
I'm asking for the speed of trees.
Trees, trees, trees...