I could pull myself along,
But instead I turn the TV on,
Every part of me wants more,
Then I sink back in the couch just like before,
And I still chase my tail around the ground floor...

Sending out a call to a distance star, 
You wanted,
Something like a measurement of who we are,
And the ceiling, 
Is always going to be a little bit too far, 
Just out of reach, 
It'll always be...

Once I get the car to start,
Or maybe I’ll just sell it for parts,
Someone come take it off my hands,
Once I fix the kitchen sink,
Maybe I’ll have time to think,
Of why I can’t commit to concrete plans,
Excuse myself from everything again...

Sending out a call to a distance star, 
You wanted,
Something like a measurement of who we are,
And the ceiling, 
Is always going to be a little bit too far, 
Just out of reach, 
It'll always be...

Dodging all the satellites,
Turning off the blinking lights,
Back to one,
Digging in to what needs fixing,
Replacing all the missing links,
Filling empty glasses half way,
Is all that can be done...

While we’re…

Sending out a call to a distance star, 
You wanted,
Something like a measurement of who we are,
And the ceiling, 
Is always going to be a little bit too far, 
Just out of reach, 
It'll always be...

Just out of reach,  
It'll always be,
Out of reach,
It’ll always be...