Pluto

I thought of letters, and numbers, I'll turn up, or turn down
To get, a message, from underneath these radars
And yesterday
It still played today

It is covered, by lovers, who mess around with mothers
And best of all, the underground, she hates us
We're stealin' equipment, the sirens are blarin'
And then the arresting officer says

"I don't believe, in security
But possibility
Seem made for you and me"
(Rock on)

Oil painting bit by bit
I seem to recognize it does not fit
The script
Once written for this bit

Romancin' is dancin'
I'll be the one to ask you on the floor
And once more
I will show you to the door
Of the town hall
About all I got for all my trouble
Were complaints about all the pigs and cattle

Loitering
For diamond rings
And still today is replayed
Yesterday in heaven
You jumped up from behind the bus and then there was nothing
Old women are swearing
The pigs are crying
And then the arresting officer says

"I don't believe, in astrology,
But possibilities
Seem made for you and me"