Space Ace Songtext
von Brett Smiley

There comes a time in every spaceboy′s life
He meets the girl of his clouds
Hanging out in different crowds
I think my head has shrunk
Going to have to climb back in the trunk

There comes a time when you want to do it with a knife
Talk French, say amour
Show me some of your linéature
I'm feeling so insecure
Touch me, be my paramour

Hats off, hats off to Mars
Let′s align our footsteps with the stars
In one hand lightning, in the other guitars
You can catch a glimpse of us as shooting stars
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Oh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa


Hats off for a chariot race
Hats off 'cause I'm a space ace
I′m holding onto your ionized trails
My zenith is thrusting at your Asimov tales
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Oh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

There comes a time in every spaceboy′s life
He gets involved with a chariot race
Lost his manners and loses all grace
I'm on the wrong planet so out of place
I′m gonna go back and be a space ace

Hats off, hats off to Mars
Let's align our footsteps with the stars
In one hand lightning, in the other guitars
You can catch a glimpse of us as shooting stars
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Oh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Hats off for a chariot race
Hats off ′cause I'm a space ace
I′m holding onto your ionized trails
My zenith is thrusting at your Asimov tales
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Oh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa


Hats off for a chariot race
Hats off 'cause I'm a space ace
I′m holding onto your ionized trails
My zenith is thrusting at your Asimov tales
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Oh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Hats off for a chariot race
Hats off ′cause I'm a space ace
I′m holding onto your ionized trails
My zenith is thrusting at your Asimov tales
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa