Don't wanna be a space cowboy lawyer anytime soon
Don't wanna have to get all dressed up just go to the moon
I'd like to just sit around
and read my New York Times
And simply daydream about being that guy
Don't wanna be a space cowboy lawyer
Have to keep up to spec with my new space voyager
I've got my own saddle,
and it doesn't use any carbon fuels
Anyone who would change themselves is becoming their own fool
I remember when I could go outside
and not have to hide my face
When the stars shined oh so bright,
but now they're serving five to eight
Is it my fault for leaving them behind,
wanting me to come back home?
I thought I'd return before I knew it,
instead they're leaving me alone
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