To Space

This might pinch a little
Let's give it a try
Pull it together, don't cry
'Cause you're a big boy now
You're doing big-boy things
You're gonna learn to fly with your big boy wings

See, the middle of the road
Really not my speed
I got thrills to chase, bills to pay, mouths to feed
Only halfway now
To the finish line
You gotta get some rest
If you're gonna make good time

Follow the leader, blind in faith
His head is pointed the right way
Underachievers, hide your face
We're gonna ride this thing to space

All aboard

I see a golden ladder
I'm tryin' to climb
But you're tuggin' my britches
And I'm fallin' behind
Just a pillowcase
Over the shoulder
You still act the same
But you're a lot older

With a great big lens
Ten thousand feet
It's safe to say the move to make was crystal clear
We're eatin' up the clock
Wasting the day
While the opposition is feasting away

Follow the leader, blind in faith
His head is pointed the right way
Underachievers, hide your face
We're gonna ride this thing to space

All aboard

La-la-la-laa
La-la-la-laa
La-la-la-laa, all aboard

La-la-la-laa
La-la-la-laa
La-la-la-laa, all aboard

La-la-la-laa
La-la-la-laa
La-la-la-laa, all aboard