Hey me, don’t get old, over ahead just heart no gold.
Said you’ll never leave the plan, said you’ll always be a man.
It was said you’d died your head to black, prove them wrong, paint it red.
And you won’t be far of your deepest achievements.
Sitting on the pavement makes no sense.
Into vacuum, it’s a spaceship, are you going alone?
Everything hits the bottom, your credit card and the telephone.
Some things you need to go out to do, say your name, have no shame.