Astronauts

Turning, the man said. Smiling behind his drink
Search until your heart's end, but its not the way you think
It doesn't work out quite the way we thought
We don't all get to be astronauts
It doesn't work quite the way we thought
We don't all get to be astronauts

Who am I to say that what you need
Is to chase your dreams and to follow feelings that
Might not be what they seem

I'm supposed to tell you why
I'm a rockstar baby but I'm afraid
That I'm just not prone to lie

Having heard the bad news, I'm just not the one to seek
If transcendent views are the trend of the week
It doesn't work out quite the way we thought
We don't all get to be astronauts

Who am I to say that what you need
When most of us work forty plus
Just to make ends meet
I'm supposed, supposed to tell you why
I'm a rockstar baby but I'm a afraid
That I'm just not prone to lie

Who am I to say that I'm so neat
To be out of touch, and tell you such
Throughout the God damn week

I'm supposed to tell you why
I'm a rockstar baby but, I'm afraid
I mean, really. Who am I?
Who am I