Astronauts

All I am is what you gave me

All you are is what I took

Tasting from that cosmic gravy

You're the rat and I'm his cook

Sorry if I'm sentimental

And sorry that my lyrics suck

I took something soft and gentle

And crushed it underneath a truck

Said you'd meet me after practice

To squint and look for astronauts

Twenty years since after practice

I'm waiting in a parking lot

Try your number now and then

Try and get back there again

Course I know which house was yours

Ship is leaving early morning

On a straight shot for the sun

Next time can I get a warning

Before you follow everyone