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