I like to dream, yes, yes
Right between the sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near
To the stars away from here
I’m a space-bound rocket ship
And your heart’s the moon
And I’m aiming right at you, right at you
250,000 miles on a clear night in June
And I’m aiming right at you
Right at you, right at you