Space

Somebody got a second chance man He tries to get a grip It ain't easy to be truthful When your story's all about jail Somebody is watching The money sign stamped on your back They have seen your camera And they know the exchange rate Space is where we belong Anywhere but here This place is torn Get me away from here I wanna go to a white isle I wanna sit in the sunshine I wanna look at the blue skies To where we belong He's waiting by the door He stood there one hundred times before She's too good for him, little does she know He's the one she'll end to love the most Space is where we belong Anywhere but here This place is torn Get me away from here I wanna go to a white isle I wanna sit in the sunshine I wanna look at the blue skies To where we belong To where we belong To where we belong To where we belong