Is it too late to work for NASA, do you know? 
 I'm needing to get away from here and go. 
 I wanna fly to far-flung Galaxies. 
 And leave it in atmosphere where I can (can't?) breathe. 
 
 Coz all that I wanted 
 Was to say three words to you. 
 And all that I wish for 
 was that you feel each out them too. 
 So please take me, 
 Oh please take me, 
 A work with gravity. 
 
 Is it too late to work for NASA, do you know? 
 I wanna look right down at the Earth below. 
 I wanna wrap my arms around the moon. 
 And none of these, you know, could come too soon.