Lyrics: Rocket Ship

I'm gonna buy me a pickup truck.
I'm gonna run it on down the road.

Rollin' on down to Austin,
Without carrying a heavy load.
Carrying a heavy load.

With a paddle on my back,
Just in case we hit that shit creek, we know,

That's how stories go.
Deep down in my bones.

I'm gonna fly this rocket ship
Way across the moon
Come this Sunday afternoon.

I have this sunrise on my mind.
Flying high above the sky,
Come this Sunday afternoon.

Take a trip down south is just what I need.
Quitting this dead-end job,
Gonna make me feel at ease.
Longing for the sun to shine, down on me.

Underneath that red wood tree is where I wanna be.
Underneath that red wood tree in where I wanna be.

I'm gonna fly this rocket ship,
Way across the moon,
Come this Sunday afternoon.
Sunday afternoon,
Cone this Sunday afternoon.

Underneath that red wood tree is where I wanna be.
Underneath that red wood tree is where I wanna be.

I'm gonna fly this rocket ship,
Way across the moon,
Come this Sunday afternoon.

I have this sunrise on my mind.
Flying high above the sky,
Come this Sunday afternoon.
Sunday afternoon,
Come this Sunday afternoon.