Wait and see
If the stones on my feet
Turn to rubble
On the open sea
Float or sink
I am rubber
Only rubber

And the man in the cave is quiet
Smiling to himself
God, I wish I was quiet
But my head is full of bells
Something's always ringing
My suitcase always smells
Pour me a drink and then leave it
On the edge of a wishing well
On the edge of a wishing well

Oh, can I bounce back
Oh, or just lay flat?

Cathedral songs
All night long
Soaked in thunder
I'm the stretchy man
So jacked and tan
Made of rubber
Only rubber

And she's in a ballroom dancing
And I'm singing through a hole in the wall
I wanna build you a mansion
Just trying to pay some dues is all
And she's like Agatha Christie
And I'm more like Voltaire
Everything is a theory
Carried away with the morning air
Carried away with the morning air

Oh, can I bounce back
Oh, or just lay flat?

Only rubber
Only rubber