It looks like the tide is calling
Send off is drawing near
The whistle blowing
The commander's on the phone

I won't know your thoughts when I'm gone
I won't have a lot to say
But I'll be bored of smiling when it ain't at you

And its alright, its alright
Its alright, its alright

Why you'e my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon

You play your cards with a mystery face
And use your golden grace
I'll be sending my guards to come find you
I don't know where to fall
Or if this is love at all
But your lips on mine have branded a sign

But its alright, its alright
It's alright, it's alright

You're my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon

Its alright