Space Junk (Wang Chung '97) - Wang Chung

Yeah

Drifting on the spaceway

By the Betelgeuse Hotel

Mapping out constellations

Of the place I know so well

Sifting through the system

For the piece that knows my name

Endlessly I listen

In the master game

Welcome to my world

Welcome to my world

Welcome to my only world

Welcome to my only world

It is full of space junk

But your words are coming through

I'm riding on the space junk

And it's bringing me to you

Bringing me to you

Through the tenth dimension

To the certainties beyond

Dreamily in attention

And the sub-atomic bomb

Machine that spins within me

And the spirit that drives me on

Searching for an answer

Welcome to my world

Welcome to my world

Welcome to my only world

Welcome to my only world

My head is full of space junk

But your words are getting through

I'm riding on the space junk

And it's bringing me to you

Bringing me to you yeah

It's bringing me to you yeah yeah oh

Sitting on the space junk

What am I to do

I'm riding on the space junk

And it's bringing me to you

My head is full of space junk

But your words are getting through

I'm riding on the space junk

And it's bringing me to you

It's bringing me to you

It's bringing me to you

It's bringing me to you