From what I hear, we are lucky
We're surrounded, and we definitely are alone
In our corner of the galaxy
It's the milky way
And from here, I can spy on and observe
The place where I was definitely born
Tell the truth, you never lie
And please make sure all our mica-micaphone is on
With you on the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
Oh please, stop crying, now you're crying
I think your timing is possibly wrong
Never careful with money
But for money we could be careful
All alone with you on the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
With you, Matthew, on the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
We are blessed with electronics
But don't go swimming on your own
And you can't sleep here
'Cause we're living and we're dying
In the spaces by the side of the road
Tire tracks and mudcaked footwear
Now we're lost and very, very, very far from home
With you on the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
With you, Matthew, on the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday