I like to listen to music
I like the way that it sounds
On the radio

I like to sit in a silent place
When no one's around
And listen inside it

Inside the silence is a melody
Voices singing harmony
I close my eyes and listen carefully
The silence starts to get loud

It's like your favorite station
Playing your favorite song
Just like they do on the radio
Like they do on the radio

Inside the silence is a symphony
Every note there is in every key
The music tells me how it wants to be
I help it write itself down
I hear the way that would sound

It's like your favorite, it's like your favorite station
Playing your favorite song
Just like they do on the radio
Like they do on the radio
But the radio isn't on

On the radio

I'm gonna have my own private party
Gonna invite everyone I know
We'll all have our own personal celebration

I'm gonna send out invitations
To all my friends, your friends, and their friends too
We'll all go on a permanent paid vacation
Wouldn't that be fun?

Fun
And if anyone asks you
I like having fun, yes I do
Fun
I like having fun
Here we go now

Well, if I was king I'd sign a proclamation
And if I was president I'd pass a law
And I'd call for a full-blown Senate investigation
Of everyone who wasn't having fun

Fun
If something ain't fun, why do it?
I'd rather have fun
That's all there is to it

Doesn't make a difference
I don't care how far
We can go the distance
In my car
In my car

Don't bother with directions
Doesn't matter where we are
Cruisin' down the highway
In my car

In my car
I don't need no backseat drivers
Leave 'em all behind
And trouble, it can't find me
When I'm in my car

Hey!
In my car
In my car...

Malibu will get you
Malibu
Malibu will get you
Malibu
It'll get you

Private gates
Prime rates
Unreal estate
How do you do?

Malibu will get you
Malibu
Malibu will get you
Malibu
It'll get you

Yacht clubs
Hot tubs
Back rubs
How do you do?
Mud slides
High tides
Free rides
You're never through
In Malibu
Bridges get burned
Lessons get learned
No one's concerned

Malibu will get you
Malibu
Malibu will get you
Malibu
It'll get you

Three-piece suits
Cowboy boots
Dress-designer jeans
Gucci-goo
High style
Everybody else looks just like you
In Malibu
How do you do?
Bridges get burned
Lessons get learned
No one's concerned
In beautiful downtown Malibu

Malibu
It'll get you...

They say it's gonna get cloudy and storm
And then the weather is fine
And they say it's gonna be partly sunny and warm
And partly cloudy half of the time

And there's all these rules
Based on all these predictions
Make it so hard to define
Where do you draw the line?

Seems like fifty percent's about the best you can do
Based on latest projections
Oh, 'cause there's all these laws, all these rules
But then again there's always exceptions
To the rules

Amidst all this confusion
Where do you draw the line?
Half of the time you are right
You are wrong half of the time
You are off; you are on
Half of the time you are here right now
Half of the time you are gone
Half of the time

(Thank you, thank you very much)

'Cause it never ends
It all depends on where you draw the line
When half of the time you are right
You are wrong half of the time
You are weak; you are strong
Half of the time you're alone
Half of the time you belong
Half of the time you are here right now
Half of the time you are gone
Half of the time

Instrumental

I was blind, but now I see
Now I see
I used to be lost
And then I found out
I didn't have to be
It was up to me
It's all up to me

I was lyin', lyin' to myself
Somebody else was lyin'
And I was caught
Caught in between
Now I'm free; now I see
It's all up to me
Up to me
It's all up to me

I used to pretend
I was this, I was that
Pretending
I was all wrong, but that's alright
Now I see it didn't have to be that way
It's all up to me
It's all up to me
Up to me
It's all up to me

Said the mamba snake to the cockatoo
I can't get no sleep like I used to do
All night long the wild boys run through the streets
They're shootin' up the night
I listen to them fight

There's no peace in the jungle when the moon is high
Watch the war babies go hungry and cry
There's no peace in the jungle when the moon is high
Everybody's fightin'; nobody knows why

At dawn the refugees are seeking shelter
And from the violence of the night, they run in fright
Helter skelter
From the volatile eruption
And the wolves of war
Nurse their young
Famine and destriction

There's no peace in the jungle when the moon is high
Watch the war babies go hungry and cry
There's no peace in the jungle when the moon is high
Everybody's fightin', nobody knows why

There's no peace in the jungle when the moon is high
Watch the war babies go hungry and cry
There's no peace in the jungle when the moon is high
Everybody's fightin', nobody knows why

There's no peace in the jungle, peace in the jungle when the moon is high
Watch the war babies go hungry and cry
There's no peace in the jungle when the moon is high
Everybody's fightin', don't know why

Sometimes I dream of the future
And sometimes I travel down Memory Lane
With the Yesterday Daily Review

Memories carefully kept in a pile
Like newspapers stacked in a corner
To relive my yesterdays once in a while
Although they are faded and worn
They remind me
Once in a while

Of faraway places and long-ago names
Yesterdays back down the road that you came
Somewhere behind you, down Memory Lane
Memory Lane, down Memory Lane
Down Memory Lane...

And when my luck comes to the end of the line
Like old men you see in the subway
I'll thumb through the pages and take my last ride
With the Yesterday Daily Review
Right there beside me
To remind me
Once in a while

Faraway places and long-ago names
Yesterdays back down the road that you came
Somewhere behind you, down Memory Lane
Down Memory Lane, down Memory Lane
Down Memory Lane...

It's time
It's about time we talked
We should
That would be good
And in time
Maybe in time we'll learn to listen
Maybe in time we'll learn to talk
One at a time

When I was younger
The hurry-up hunger of growin' up
Took up all of our time
And time and time again, I find
That when everyone talks at the same time
Nothing gets done

In time
I hope that we learn in time
If only we could
That would be good

I'm concerned
One thing I've learned
Now that I'm older
Lookin' over my shoulder
As time goes on and on
When all your time is gone
Oh, all your time is gone
And it's about time we talk
Before we run out of time

TIme
That would be good
If only we could