Joel Plaskett - Rock Paper Scissors Meteor lyrics
[Joel Plaskett - Rock Paper Scissors Meteor lyrics]
Huntsville, Alabama space academy
It's not a place, it's a state of mind
Fly your armchair to the moon
If you're so inclined
Rock, paper scissors, meteor
(The world is rough enough)
(Don’t be too tough on one another)
(Let a few things slide)
(Don’t sweat the small stuff)
(Take a break, kid)
(Put on the kettle for your mother)
(Let’s take a Sunday drive)
(Don’t sweat the small stuff)
You be 11 i’ll be 44
What’s that in the skies? It’s a meteor
You be 44 i’ll be 11
What’s that in the skies
What’s that in the heavens?
It’s a rock, paper scissors, meteor
The Seaside FM of the moon
Playing Some Velvet Morning and
Memphis in June
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Magnetic Recording
The last ship to Dreamland is boarding
Reception is fading
I still hear Bobbie Gentry
Am I retrograding? One last chance reentry
I’m wrapped up in memories
But we’re making them now
I’m lost on my head
You gotta get back somehow
If we all knew the truth
Nobody could take it we might see the light
But, you don’t make it
It's not a place, it's a state of mind
Fly your armchair to the moon
If you're so inclined
Rock, paper scissors, meteor
(The world is rough enough)
(Don’t be too tough on one another)
(Let a few things slide)
(Don’t sweat the small stuff)
(Take a break, kid)
(Put on the kettle for your mother)
(Let’s take a Sunday drive)
(Don’t sweat the small stuff)
You be 11 i’ll be 44
What’s that in the skies? It’s a meteor
You be 44 i’ll be 11
What’s that in the skies
What’s that in the heavens?
It’s a rock, paper scissors, meteor
The Seaside FM of the moon
Playing Some Velvet Morning and
Memphis in June
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Magnetic Recording
The last ship to Dreamland is boarding
Reception is fading
I still hear Bobbie Gentry
Am I retrograding? One last chance reentry
I’m wrapped up in memories
But we’re making them now
I’m lost on my head
You gotta get back somehow
If we all knew the truth
Nobody could take it we might see the light
But, you don’t make it