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Text: Too Much Joy. Goodbye Ohio.

There's no one famous from my hometown
Unless you count one astronaut
Who's never been to space
And probably never will
But he's our hero still

Must be tough on the astronauts
I bet they get bored easily
'Cause how does it feel
To look up at the moon
And say yeah, I've been there
These days, no one really cares

Cold in this place
Lonely in space
Goodbye, Ohio

I saw this guy on the tonight show
Kayaked his way to Hawaii
The host was amazed
What will you do next?
Write the book I guess

Cold in this place
Lonely in space
Goodbye, Ohio

Hovering in space
I see God's face
It's just some clouds

I'm no fool but I'm no Einstein
I'm bothered by infinity
No laws on the moon
Still can't burn the flag
Might be cool to try

Hovering in space
I see God's face
It's just some clouds