the moon just picked its head up off the ground
so now you can see what’s not around
just when you start to feel so alone
you swear you can hear the softest far off saxophone, oh!
they must have gone underground
that’s right
they must have gone underground
all night
you’re walking round just searching for the source
some sign of some scene you’ve never seen before
lifting man-hole covers, giving gargoyles the once over
trying to find the key some hidden secret door
they must have gone underground
that’s right
they must have gone underground
all night
where the music sways god willing
and the grownups play like children
and every hero gets their villain
and the hero often wins
something in the underground
the moon just hid it’s face behind a cloud
and suddenly the saxophone is loud!
if you hadn’t gotten lost you’d a never found
there’s always something, somewhere, going down
underground
that’s right
underground
all night