There's a place and it's full
There's a door and there's you
There's a knife and a clock in your pocket
There's a time and it's soon
When you'll have to make some room
If you wanna build your rocket
There's no light and there's no moon
So you peer in the gloom
Full of everything single caught up second
Once again you're there by yourself
But this time it's something else
Things are a little less solid
There's a pile of affairs
And a lonely empty chair
Get safely away from the corner
There's a note on the fridge
From the day you had to leave
You still hear the sound of their record
There's a shell facing down
Pages all over the ground
From a lifetime popped in the closed
So you find a bag and a broom
Cause you gotta make some room
If you wanna build your rocket
Make room
Soon
If you wanna build your rocket
There are frames on the wall
But they seem a little small
Like misplaced pieces of concrete
There's no space yes it's full
But somehow inside this room
Things can be sent into orbit
There's no time so it seems
But what does it really mean
Is it different before we call future
So you drop the clock and the rules
Pull your chair and get your tools
A blank page a pen and a ruler
In this place lost and found
We turn it all around
These things are a little less solid
Once again you're there but it's new
Make some room clear the few
If you want to build your rocket 
Make room
Soon
If you wanna build your rocket
Make room
Soon
If you wanna build your rocket