Up And Over Thee Turnstiles

Do you believe there is a world for us beyond the 37th mile
Do you believe there is a place for us up and over the turnstiles
I made a list
I checked it twice to see what we would need
A knife some rope your lilac soap
and a touch of modernity from here to maternity
Oh you were my greygirl
I was the blueboy on the bow
Ah you were my navigator
You keep on calling you better come about
In a way we were misshapen mistaken for the tricks of the trade
In a way we were just faking
faking our way
but it's a brand new way
Ah you were my greygirl
I was the blueboy on the bow
Ah you were my navigator
I keep on calling won't you turn around
I keep on calling you better turn around