They said reach for the stars
And one day son you'll get oh so far
Buckle up my cosmonaut it's time to launch
Keep flying through life as if you've got more than one
And when you blast off there's no looking back
The pressurized glass that contains your soul fade to black
In your mind you've reached for the stars
But a constellation in your name awaits no one
Buckle up my cosmonaut
Let your landing gear down and come back for lunch
Mission control do you copy
Roger that this is a go for mission control
Mission control requesting permission to reenter reality
Mission control here
Reentry request granted
Over
Mission control do you copy
Mission control do you copy