Moving to the Sun
While they were staring at the Citgo sign is when they lost our trail
They thought we were part of a caravan, but we had other plans
You can't catch me where I'm gonna fall
You can't catch me where I'll hide
This world's too cold, this nova rolls
I'm moving to the sun
93 miles times a million more, quite a trip we've planned
I must drive now carefully, and figure where we'll land
You can't catch me where I'm gonna fall
You can't catch me where I'll hide
This world's too cold, so I'm gonna run
I'm moving to the sun
