Rock Paper Scissors Meteor - Joel Plaskett

Huntsville, Alabama space academy

It’s not a place, it’s a state of mind

Fly your armchair to the moon

If you’re so inclined

Rock, paper

Scissors, meteor

(The world is rough enough)

(Don't be too tough on one another)

(Let a few things slide)

(Don't sweat the small stuff)

(Take a break, kid)

(Put on the kettle for your mother)

(Let's take a Sunday drive)

(Don't sweat the small stuff)

You be 11

I’ll be 44

What’s that in the skies?

It’s a meteor

You be 44

I’ll be 11

What’s that in the skies

What’s that in the heavens?

It’s a rock, paper

Scissors, meteor

The Seaside FM of the moon

Playing Some Velvet Morning and Memphis in June

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Magnetic Recording

The last ship to Dreamland is boarding

Reception is fading

I still hear Bobbie Gentry

Am I retrograding?

One last chance reentry

I’m wrapped up in memories

But we’re making them now

I’m lost on my head

You gotta get back somehow

If we all knew the truth

Nobody could take it

We might see the light

But you don’t make it