Babies on beach blankets headed for mars

Cute boys with crew cuts and dayglo surfboards

There's a pretty lady in a bikini

Her eyes are bright

But her teeth look like smashed out window panes

She's trying to fix her dreams

With sushi and facials and carrot juice



There's a wide wall

That we can't see over now

But that's ok

We're still learning mistakes, they are allowed when you're a

Satellite



Yoga classes so you can look good in your singles bars

California is sure lovely

It's the home of the stars

And everybody is a nice body

but their souls are like shadows

Hollow inside. Choked and hiding behind

Vollyballs and valium and Power Bars



There's a wide wall

That we can't see over now

But that's ok

We're still learning

Mistakes, they are allowed when you're a

Satellite



We understand a lot of things

About modern technology

but not about dreams

Our hearts are on the shelves

We can't fix ourselves

But we can fix a satellite



In hollywood the heroes

are strung out on grace

And half-skinned gypsies

are crying "Leave this place"

There's a wide wall

That we can't see over now

But that's ok

We're still learning

Mistakes, they are allowed if you're a

Satellite



We can fix a satellite

The Pope can't fix my broken heart

Rock n roll can't fix my broken heart

Valium can't fix my broken heart

Miss Cleo can't fix my broken heart

But will you fix my broken heart?

Will you fix my broken heart?