Spaceship

Intro: verse 1 Get-get-get inside your spaceship You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this You'll jet up out the city like your favorite authors Look up at the stars, look up at the stars You're on the fast track, living from a backpack Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you This is how you roll, permanent vacation You put in your time, now you're out of patience You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go, but now you're getting caught up in it Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute verse 2 Think about your friends, think about your other friends Thinking about you when they can, probably wondering what happened to you Can't return a call, skipping every breakfast He tried to be a writer but instead he only fact-checks Out of shape and uninspired You force down salad and you just feel tired And wake up every day and spend it from the get-go Chewing on your thumb and staring out the window You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go if you could spare the money But you're burning through your twenties for a misdirected, energetic Bridge Asshole living in a castle Waving ’round a brass pole with a little ball on top And barking like a tree, debating every sick day Storming through the office like Katrina on the fifth day Sitting with your pockets full of fists And you're staring at your wrists and your scissors and you're shaking so bad You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this So pack yourself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship (This part of the song kind of diverts into picking through the chords) verse 3 Daydream and think of the nights When they'll sing your name and they'll write it in lights When the daydream ends like a kick in the chest You can go out dancing and hope for the best But then you get so bored you're half-asleep The girls are jealous and the boys are cheap A circus of the stars, a battle of the sexes We're all in love with dying and we're doing it in taxes You could really go No one's gonna stop you verse 4 But then you get that feeling, like a train-track killing Like an old-time villain in a silent movie Crying like a kid, squealing like a sex tape Shrieking like a Beatle fan and kicking like a sensei Sitting with your pockets full of fists and you're staring at your wrists And your shoulders, and they're aching so bad Now they're cutting care, now they're talking pay cut No one better dare ask you how your day was Please don't make me act it out, it's hard enough to talk about it I'll just rent my DVDs and watch my internet TV I'll bide my time and pay my rent till something knocks me to my senses When I've had enough of dying in the day shift I'll pack myself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship Outro