Looking for a ladder 
In the stratosphere 
So I can be happy 
Let my problems melt away 

Stranded on a plane 
With a cigarette 
Carry my heart 
Like a soldier with a hand grenade 

Walking down the aisle 
Of the supermarket 
Looking for the things forth 
To carry my senses away 

Listen to the voice 
On the telephone 
Somebody's calling 
Somebody's on the way 

Looking for a home 
In the magazine page 
Wages in my pocket 
Gonna buy me anything that I need 

sense in my brain 
Batting an eye 
Washing away 
Keeping it the oceans below 

I'm not scared 
'Cause there's nobody there 
Mind is awake 
Anything could lead me astray 

Listen to the voice 
On the radio wave 
Somebody needs you 
Somebody who is far away