Wishing
The buzzing in my head says big, big trouble
Walking all around with an astronaut bubble
Hey, spaceman, did you see that star grow?
Check it out with your radio telescope
Sounds better there, so it sounds like I better go
Don't know how 'cause I lost my gyroscope
Hey, spaceman, here's your trajectory
Go straight up until you're next to me
I'm wishing my head wasn't so full
I'm wishing my feet weren't clay
I hope when I get there, it'll all go away
My feet on the ground and my head up so high
All the people down there, waving bye-bye
I can't go up, my feet are so heavy
I can't go down, my head won't let me
I'm wishing my head wasn't so full
I'm wishing my feet weren't clay
I hope when I get there, it'll all go away
I'm thinkin' and I'm thinkin' and I'm thinkin' I'm so high
Thinkin' 'bout you and the shining North Star
Thinkin' and I'm thinkin' but it just seems so far
I'm wishing my head wasn't so full
I'm wishing my feet weren't clay
I hope when I get there, it'll all go away
I'm wishing my head wasn't so full
I'm wishing my feet weren't clay
I know when I get there, it'll all go away
Walking all around with an astronaut bubble
Hey, spaceman, did you see that star grow?
Check it out with your radio telescope
Sounds better there, so it sounds like I better go
Don't know how 'cause I lost my gyroscope
Hey, spaceman, here's your trajectory
Go straight up until you're next to me
I'm wishing my head wasn't so full
I'm wishing my feet weren't clay
I hope when I get there, it'll all go away
My feet on the ground and my head up so high
All the people down there, waving bye-bye
I can't go up, my feet are so heavy
I can't go down, my head won't let me
I'm wishing my head wasn't so full
I'm wishing my feet weren't clay
I hope when I get there, it'll all go away
I'm thinkin' and I'm thinkin' and I'm thinkin' I'm so high
Thinkin' 'bout you and the shining North Star
Thinkin' and I'm thinkin' but it just seems so far
I'm wishing my head wasn't so full
I'm wishing my feet weren't clay
I hope when I get there, it'll all go away
I'm wishing my head wasn't so full
I'm wishing my feet weren't clay
I know when I get there, it'll all go away
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Writer(s): Paul Medew
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