We belong to something new We belong to something, This time, this time we can't go home Oh like we've been kissed by higher power Saying don't wait, don't wait until it's gone I see the dawn of a new beginning I hear the streets of tomorrow calling I

And nobody's home How it was gonna be Guess we'll have to wait and see When you're talkin' to yourself You can fool yourself You came in this world alone So nobody ever told you baby So what'll happen to you baby

Somewhere nice we can be alone Don't be sad when the sun goes down You'll wake up and I'm not around We'll still have the summer after all Hey there summer boy Let's get lost you can take me home Bikini tops, coming off Ive got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things

And go back home when the day is done Well I hope you do Then we'll say goodbye Do you like me? Cause if you like me Then I think I'm gonna to have to like you too We'll share our things And have some fun If you tell me

When you blow at high dough Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the

Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two

It wont be like this for long One day soon we'll look back laughin' At the week we brought her home This phase is gonna fly by So baby just hold on It won't be like this for long He didn't have to wake up He'd been up all night Laying there in bed

And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way. Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home! A cheeba cheeba, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all.

We're coming home tonight So mama, don't stress your mind Mama, mama, mama, hey Hey, mama, don't stress your mind Hey, ma, we gonna be alright Dry those eyes We'll be back in the morning when the sun starts to rise Where should we run to? Don't wanna