Space Monkey

I’ve been on the ground, feet slowly draggin’

I’ve been on a bender for weeks but it feels like I’m on the wagon

You’re out of range, high in the atmosphere

Cell phone’s all but blown and it sounds like you gotta gotta get outta there

Houston, there’s trouble here

I’m out of reach, out of love, and I’m mostly out of you

And just as I say the word 'impossible',

They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon

Not keeping track but the phone rang two days ago

My face is a map and the tears indicate I’ve got a ways to go

Houston, there’s trouble here

I’m out of reach, out of love, and I’m mostly out of you

And just as I say the word 'unbearable',

They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon

\"Are you happy or sad… or just pms-ing?\"

I know what he wants in his nonchalance…I know it’s pressing.

Houston, I’m begging you...

To give a shout out to all the peeps in the posse, yo

O.K., for real: Could you relay a message fast

To the astronaut who wanted to know?

Yes, I do, I do believe in the sun

And I do, I do concede there is one

And you… do you believe in the one

Do you, do you do you believe...?