Off The Radar

Is it too late to work for NASA, do you know?

I'm needing to get away from here and go.

I wanna fly to far-flung Galaxies.

And leave it in atmosphere where I can (can't?) breathe.

Coz all that I wanted

Was to say three words to you.

And all that I wish for

was that you feel each out them too.

So please take me,

Oh please take me,

A work with gravity.

Is it too late to work for NASA, do you know?

I wanna look right down at the Earth below.

I wanna wrap my arms around the moon.

And none of these, you know, could come too soon.