Flaming Lips Version
Streets full of people, all alone
Rows full of houses, never home
Church bells of singing, out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon

Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun coming out in the middle of June
Everyone's gone to the moon

Long time ago, life had begun
Everyone went to the sun

Cars full of motors, painted green
Mouths full of chocolate-covered creams
Arms that can only lift a spoon
Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon