With my knees up on the dashboard,
I watch the stars like grains of sand
And underneath my sleeping bag,
The nightclub stamp still glows on my hand
Through the rearview mirror, things become much clearer
Than they've ever been
And if this is a mistake, remind me to make
More of them
Somedays my bad days, gang up on good days
Somedays the world weighs too much for me to want to stay
And I feel like a satellite
I feel like a satellite
I feel like a satellite
I feel like a satellite
And just when things were looking right and feeling good,
It all came crashing down
Educated guess was my uneducated best
I confound (that's not right)
Problems after problems piled high on problems
Probably tried to touch the sun
You're anything I can imagine,
Right beneath my notice life had just begun
Now my bad days end up on good days
Now the grade's made in my own little ways
And I feel like a satellite
I feel like a satellite
I feel like a satellite
I feel like a satellite