I am ready to go back to outerspace
it’s my place, recognize the faces, the foreign shapes
I know the people of my race
and you are catching there at home plate
and I’m clear off in left field
not at the second fucking base
waiting to make a double play
I’m out in orbit waving goodbye
as I rocket fucking away

Rain delay, too much fucking static in our game
Can’t hear the signals, too much atmosphere
Houston, we have a problem, I’m burning up here
arms’ singed to rubber bottom of the 9th
and I’m patrolling Pluto
the only way to win

is not to fucking play

Lover, you just never knew what it was like
to kick around in my shoes
sleep with my childhood rules
learned in sun, sunday school
and I won’t count the sleepless moons
I tried to appeal them for you
the shoes are broken in, the fans have gone
the laces are long, the currents are strong
and I could drown in my fucking
swimming pool.

Rain delay, too much fucking static in our game
Can’t hear the signals, too much atmosphere
Houston, we have a problem, I’m burning up here
arms’ singed to rubber bottom of the 9th
and I’m patrolling Pluto
the only way to win

is not to fucking play