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...?