Anya Marina - Space Monkey

I've been on the ground, feet slowly draggin'
I've been on a bender for weeks but it feels like I'm on the wagon

You're out of range, high in the atmosphere
Cell phone's all but blown and it sounds like you gotta gotta get outta there

Houston, there's trouble here
I'm out of reach, out of love, and I'm mostly out of you
And just as I say the word impossible,
They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon

Not keeping track but the phone rang two days ago
My face is a map and the tears indicate I've got a ways to go

Houston, there's trouble here
I'm out of reach, out of love, and I'm mostly out of you
And just as I say the word unbearable,
They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon

"Are you happy or sad ... or just pms-ing?"
I know what he wants in his nonchalance ... I know it's pressing.

Houston, I'm asking you...
To give a shout out to all the peeps in the posse, yo
O.K., for real: Could you relay a message fast
To the astronaut who wanted to know?

Yes, I do, I do believe in the sun
And I do, I do concede there is one
And you ... do you believe in the one
Do you, do you do you believe...?