You sit up there in your chair
Watching me fade, but you don't care
I'm setting off for the skies
Don't give me those sad brown eyes
He's made his plans, and packed his bags
Worn down his hands, now waves the flag
Checks the last task, made up your mind
I'm finally leaving this all behind
I sold my soul to a homeless man for a spaceship
Don't even know if I'm coming down
Might not make it, it's getting cold
Say farewell, is it too late to try
Hope I'll make it out alive
Collision course, made by design
I'm still in my youth, but past my prime
He's made his plans, and packed his bags
Worn down his hands, now waves the flag
Checks the last task, made up your mind
I'm finally leaving this all behind
I sold my soul to a homeless man for a spaceship
Don't even know if I'm coming down
Might not make it, it's getting cold
Say farewell, is it too late to try
Hope I'll make it out
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh