She grew like a flower now she’s pulling up her roots
she’s trading in those small town shoes for some astronaut boots
her daddy says “we’ll miss you just don’t forget this place. You better send us back a postcard when you hit the milky way”
now the countdown has begun and it’s 5 4 3 2 1

she’s [bad word] into the sun, break through the atmosphere
dance with the stars, hang out on mars
lightyears away from here
she’s finding her place up there in space
she won’t be back here soon
no she’s not going home til she leaves footprints on the moon

she waited for this moment since she was just a little girl
she knows there’s something out there for her that’s bigger than this world
now she’s chasing down [bad word] she’s gonna catch them one by one
and she’ll get to where she’s going if she can just hold on
 [bad word] so far, know who you are
up so high but you can’t look down
you f*** it up
gotta keep your head up now