The older you get the tighter you wear your jeans
The longer you spend at the back of the queue waiting for cash machines
The harder you try the deeper you line your face
The harder it gets to find a residents only parking space

I hardly know you but somehow I want to show you
Just try to make contact
There's always a way out if you look
For a clause in the contract
That says they can let you off the hook

There's a hole in my bucket and part of me wants to say: oh well, forget it
The quicker your kiss the longer you've got to try not to regret it
The bigger your sins the longer your surgery takes
So come back to mine, together we'll learn to discern all the fakes

Chorus

I was walking alone on a Saturday night
When the earth was hit by a meteorite
And I'll never know if it was love that she felt
'Cos we ended up in an asteroid belt
Try to make contact

All Lyrics © Mikey Georgeson