Good Luck Mr Gorsky Lyrics - Sleeper

Rides his bike on a tarmac causeway 

Makes him ten feet tall and drives him anywhere 

Dreams of rockets and home-run heroes 

Takes the brakes off on the big hills for a dare 

Oh when its dark here 

There's a voice that will always call you in 

But you don't care 

You still sleep without thinking 

Best of luck Mr Gorsky all the world's waiting for you 

There's a clock on the wall 

And it ticks when you're small 

Counting for you 

Good luck Mr Gorsky all the worlds waiting for you 

There's a plaque on the wall 

That your wife won at school 

Cleans it for you 

Making holes in the tall white fences 

And a hundred curtains flicker as you pass 

Think that man must be ninety-seven 

Built a telescope he focused on the stars 

Models in boxes never look like the pictures on the front 

But that's o.k 

They still fly on elastic