Take the hand that takes away
And keep it in your pocket
Take the words that I say
And launch them in a rocket
As they leave the atmosphere
Watch their meaning disappear
Apologies that no one hears, my dear

I'm wearing out my vocal chords
Because I am alone and bored
Will you take me up to 24,000 feet Concorde?
Hearts are broken everyday
By those who take their love away
Mistaking satellites for stars in bars

Above the earth we receive the news:
We are being reduced

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JOEL PLASKETT