Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand

I've got planets in my palm -- there's a red smear on the sky
 A star has just exploded somewhere behind my eyes
 In the dead of night the city seems to break down into tribes
 You stare at too much concrete -- you forget the earth's alive
 Young men see visions and old men dream dreams
 See them pluck bright pebbles out of circles in the stream
 Life's not always like they tell you in the fashion magazines
 When I set eyes on wonders, I've got to wonder what they mean
 Outside in the starshine you can see beyond the wall
 So take a look and tell me, can you hear those black holes call?
 Everything is thunder under the celestial waterfall
 You get close enough to real things -- you don't need your self at all