Astronaut from Sonder by Tim Brochier

For the fourth time in three weeks, I'm movin out
Five days goes fast for the guy on the couch
A guitar and a surfboard, a bag of dirty clothes
For guys like me in times like these, it's always time to go

I think it's too late to be an astronaut,
too late to be a God of Rock
It's too late, and maybe I'm too stoned
It's too late to win olympic gold
too late to do what I was told
but I did what I did, and I'm not that old
I'm going to space, baby, I'm going to space

I slept in kitchen floors, living rooms, dining rooms, stairwells,
and parking lots of fast food chains
I was touring the states, but the van broke down,
and I couldn't hop that bullet train
Now I'm playin in the gutter, and starin at the stars
Riding a rocket bus, next to Elon Musk, talkin bout rockin out on Mars

I think it's too late to be an astronaut,
too late to be a God of Rock
It's too late, and maybe I'm too stoned
It's too late to win olympic gold
too late to do what I was told
but I did what I did, and I'm not that old
I'm going to space, baby, I'm going to space

• Acoustic
• Country-Alt
• Folk
• Songwriter
• Melbourne