Hey, what about me?
When can I tumble like Old Neil, ass over heels?
When can I float above the road see how that feels?
Who made these promises to raise the hopes of dopes like us?
We should know by now that when it comes to dreams we're suckers still
When it comes to dreams we're suckers stills

Hey, what about me? 
When can I skip across the dust of my own moon?
When can I wave goodbye to a planet laying in ruin?
When they're handing out the star command I'll be an old confused earth-bound man
The price was right but it came to late
This engine's fueled on sour grapes
My engine's fueled on sour grapes

Hey, what about me?
When can I tumble like Old Neil, ass over heels?
When can I float above the road see how that feels?
Who made these promises to raise the hopes of dopes like us?
We should know by now that when it comes to dreams we're suckers still
When it comes to dreams we're suckers stills