She looked up in the noonday sun, said, fighter jets are so unrealBut we’ve got a job to be done, come onWhen I was just a boy, I saw the kings of the big gold citiesBut as they died I dried up inside -- let’s rideLet’s ride on airplanes and busesLet’s ride to the end of the lineLet’s ride on fast motorcyclesLet’s leave the routines of living behindWe pulled into a tick-tock town and all the people looked so happyAnother trip down the elephant slide -- let’s rideLet’s ride on subways and steeplesLet’s ride to the end of the lineLet’s ride on prescriptions and bottlesLet’s leave the routines of living behind[let’s ride on airplanes and busesLet’s ride to the end of the lineLet’s ride on fast motorcyclesLet’s leave the routines of living behind]