Just a young boy
At the starting line
With his tunes on
And his shoes untied
With a chip on
His shoulders side
From what he tripped on
The last time
He’s Buzz Light-year
With no hyper drive
He’s like mike here
With no Nike flight
And he’ll fall down
With his shoes united
And he’ll trip on
To the finish line
And I'll try to write this song
If he gets there
And I want to write this song
I’d like to be the one who is on the podium
Take a photo for my mom
And show her that I’ve made it
I’d like to be the one
Who could write the perfect song
Just to show you that I’ve won
But I'll have to tie my laces
If I’m gunna make it
In that moment when they hit the lights
It looked golden
But it didn’t feel right
He was frozen
With the worst frostbite
Was he chosen?
Like an Israelite
Picked the quotient
That you can’t divide
Like two oceans
Stranded on the other side
His emotions, on the other side
His devotions, on the other side
And I'll try to write this song
If he gets there
And I need to write this song
I’d like to be the one who is on the podium
Take a photo for my mom
And show her that I’ve made it
I’d like to be the one
Who could write the perfect song
Just to show you that I’ve won
But I'll have to tie my laces
If I’m gunna make it
And then I’ll end this song
In 2051
Sing it for my song
And then I’ll tie his laces
Just a young boy at the starting line
Line, line, line
I’d like to be the one who is on the podium
Take a photo for my mom
And show her that I’ve made it
I’d like to be the one
Who could write the perfect song
Just to show you that I’ve won
But I'll have to tie my laces
If I’m gunna make it
