Lyrics: Napoleon Maddox
Music: Côme Rothé/Claudio Ibarra
(Everything is happening)
Something out there
In the atmosphere
But it’s not clear
Check 1, 2, come thru
Can you not hear
Your locale
Been known for a while
We caught your frequency
And recognize yo style
(Being of the particular race you are)
We hear some talk about the black hole
But that mystery is just a fissure yo
A crack in you soul
Now lean in seeking, heeding
No warnings or cautions
Up posted by the non-believing
Inner space, outer space
(inner space, outer space)
Just a grand chasm in your car-case
Carcass disposable
Ripen then recycle
In the the meantime
Spread ya ears wide, get a eye full
Meanwhile I’ll pull
All records on file
At the intergalactic agency and school
Seems you can fly already
Now the only thing to do
is just know
and glide steady
Space is the place
Space is the place
Space is the place, oh
Space is the place
Space is the place
Space is the place
Space is the place, oh
Space is the place