| Just the other day | |
| I was looking for myself again | |
| Trying to put back all the pieces | |
| Back to the way they were | |
| Sometimes it's not so easy | |
| When you have so many voices | |
| Tell you what to do | |
| I think I've got it now | |
| But I can't be too sure | |
| Far away as we shoot across the sky | |
| Far away to the corners of my mind | |
| Sooner or later | |
| It will slowly come back to me | |
| If I could build a spaceship, | |
| Would you fly away with me | |
| Or would you stay | |
| A million miles an hour | |
| Flying circles as we orbit round the earth | |
| If I stuck my head out the window | |
| Do you think it'd clear my head | |
| Or would it burst | |
| I guess it's all the same | |
| But at least it wouldn't hurt | |
| Far away as we shoot across the sky | |
| Far away to the corners of my mind | |
| And the voices in my head | |
| I think they've finally gone away | |
| Far away | |
| Sooner or later | |
| It will slowly come back to me |