Flowers grow so much faster on the moon
All the cigarette buts that I've left in my room
When I take a look back at the innocence of the mind
It's hard not to notice what you would find
He's a player of his game, Ahhhhhhh-ahhhhhh
He doesn't mind standing out in the rain
He doesn't know what he's missing, ahhhhh
He doesn't know why he's beaten, ahhhhh
He's coming home, now it's for nothing, ahhhh
He's standing around yeah, he's looking for something
There's a game in the park he comes home after dark
Leaves all his friends behind he knows it's time
To go way back when to the scene of the crime
Where the punishment waits for him to do his time
He's a player of this game, ahhhhhh
He doesn't mind standing out in the rain
He doesn't know what he's missing, ahhhhh
He doesn't know why he's beaten, ahhhhh
He's coming home, now it's for nothing, ahhhh
He's standing around yeah he's looking for something
Standing around, standing around, he's looking for
Standing around, standing around he's looking for
Standing around standing around he's looking for
Standing around, standing around, standing down