Weightless - Thomas Dolby

Some nights he’s weightless

He has to travel

His mouth is gravel

And there’s an empty feeling within his heart

Eye on the fuel gauge

Westchester Thruway

That triple octane

Won’t contain the empty feeling in Dolby’s heart

Same old insecurity strap him into his car seat

And a sump started leaking all over New Jersey

Gas stations everywhere —

Not one drop to fill me

Big hunk of carrot cake

Blueberry milkshake

Fistful of Coldrex

Won’t fix the empty feeling in Lizzy’s heart

So she flicks on the TV

Takes in a movie

But all those memories

Won’t erase the empty feeling from in her heart

Then a dog woke inside her head to watch the explosion

And a pipe started leaking as she bent to the basin

Fruit juice everywhere

Not one drop to fill me

«You could be the one,» she whispered

«Listen — love is all you’ve ever wanted

All you’ll ever need»

End of our summer

Your body weightless in condensation

My heart learned to swim

And the feeling was gone again