to move up and down
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
I remember the days when we talked for hours
And we were young, we thought we had superpowers
We kissed the sky, expanded our minds, thought we could fly
We were dreamers and we’d never die
We were young punks but we showed potential
Was us against the world, we weren’t sentimental
We weren’t our problems, our age or our paycheques
And we weren’t taking anybody’s shit
The winters were cold but we had your parents basement
This underground was for sinners and we embraced it
Magic pills, fairy tales, Syd Barrett’s ghost
Oh, we’d all get on that spaceship
We measured our lives in coffee spoons
And those Friday nights quickly turned into Sunday afternoons
We weren’t our money, our muscles or our regrets
We were having a near life experience.
Please don’t let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I’ll walk alone
I’ll find my soul as I go home"
That we’ve never been to and it’s true
That the clouds hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral"
And a paper plate of course
you think of everything"
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?
I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care"
