The Hollow Earth

If the sun won't arrive in the morning
And the moon won't arrive in the evening too
Then we start to get a kind of picture
Of how it would be to
Baby, to live without you
There's a hole in the bucket!
There's a rock in my shoe!
I'm working up a set of notions
Of how it would be to
Baby, to live without you

Warning! Warning!
Here we have the deep water
Danger Strange feelings!

Five o'clock in the morning
And there's something happening here
We finally get the kind of picture
The light is coming through
Clouds of mystery clear
I drpooed down a hole
I found the hollow earth
I woke up in a land of extremes
To find the worst that could be
That everything would be
Just what it seems