Middle of the Riddle - Alphaville

At the edge of the Moon there’s a lonely man

And he blows on his horn as strong as he can

And the girl at the bar wipes the breath of winter

Away with a smile of her face

And a little black dog barks along with a loon

Is this my appointment or did I come too soon?

Got a strange invitation for tea time

'Twas given by somebody I can’t recall

It’s the middle of the riddle, it’s not very serious

It’s nothing but a big surprise

And the president’s horse is a rabbit, of course, that is living in a big boy’s

mind

(Living in a big boy’s mind)

And I skate on a knife on a wire

That is strung from this song to a distant shore and then I say

Intuition is just another phase of chance

While we’re crawling through the old pyramid’s floors (little pharaohs)

And the little black dog, here it comes again

It’s a true companion in a foreign land

On a quest for the valley of boojums and birthdays

And phonecalls I cannot recall

Living in a big boy’s mind

Living in a big boy’s mind

Living in a big boy’s mind

Living in a big boy’s mind

Living in a big boy’s mind

Living in a big boy’s mind

All of man shan’t talk to the one at the helm

And the man at the helm shall talk to no one, shall talk to no one at all

(rule 42)

All of man shan’t talk to the one at the helm

And the man at the helm shall talk to no one, shall talk to no one at all

And a horse is a rabbit of course (yes, indeed)

Yes, a horse is a rabbit of course