When I was fourteen me and my old man,
Went out hitchhiking to see a band,
The Fabulous Thunderbirds with Jimmy Vaughan,
And something inside my soul was born.
Was it something 'bout the great unknown?
Was it something 'bout the open road?
Was it three chords and a heart on fire?
Something 'bout walking out on the wire?
Never stop building that old space rocket Give up on the dream and you know you've lost it.
Don't ever stop building that old space rocket.
There was a TV film playing in the bar,
About a kungfu fighter with only one arm,
When his one good arm got cut clean off,
He pulled the other one out from inside his top.
We got a ride home in a classic car,
I never knew you could get so far,
With the stars in your eye and a dream in your pocket
Ain't never stop building that old space rocket.
Never stop building that old space rocket Give up on the dream and you know you've lost it.
Don't ever stop building that old space rocket.
Never stop building that old space rocket Give up on the dream and you know you've lost it.
Don't ever stop building that old space rocket.
Never stop building that old space rocket Give up on the dream and you know you've lost it.
Don't ever stop building that old space rocket.