Tiny houses, tiny fears Grown man, celebrity tears Hard still, God’s die Star man waving in the sky I dream, thirteen years old The oil crisis and the FM radio Bi-lines and eye liner Wide eyed for the big star liners Big star liner What could be finer than to fly away I don’t know what I mean to say today I choose to own mistakes I made, so grave I know I’d love to turn back time and get it right I see you out in space tonight Satellite Satellite Unsure hated my school His cure, break all the rules Who knows where elephants die? Star Man waving in the sky Somewhere, lost in between Salvadore Dali and tigers on vaseline Big dreams, making the scene You know what I mean Making him mean and flying away I don’t know what I mean to say today I choose to own mistakes I made, it’s ok I know I’d love to turn back time and get it right I see you out in space tonight My Satellite My Satellite My Satellite