Oh, how I long for great adventures
Something to lift the spirit of I hate me
Oh, how I long for great adventures
Something to lift the spirit of I hate me
Packing my bags, set in my ways as I head for outer space
Everyone will whisper with a smirk
"But there's no oxygen there, there's no oxygen there"
Packing my bags, set in my ways as I head for outer space
Everyone will whisper with a smirk
"But there's no oxygen there, there's no oxygen there"
And on the day that time trickles away, they'll think
And on the day that time trickles away, they'll think
I wasted my time on pointless shit
When I, myself, I could have been free
I could have been free
I wasted my time on pointless shit
When I, myself, I could have been free
I could have been free
