Don't, don't make wars and walkaway even in the streets your feet don't move see their faces through the perspex turn to stare back up at you you, your eyes are green and mine are blue in the subway darkness I am watching you Oh my-my, you are so sci-fi, please will you let me ride? Johnny, riding on the monorail (x3) Monora-a-a-il Oooh, you know that life is terminal, it's the Paris pullman in your mind again eyes like cameras move their lenses take this dream I offer you Johnny, riding on the monorail (x3) All we cannot see we call invisible Tracks that move on pylons through the sky oh my my you are so sci-fi please will you let me ride Johnny, riding on the monorail (x3) Johnny on the monorail (x7)