While they were staring at the Citgo sign Is when they lost our trail They thought we were part of a caravan But we had other plans You can't catch me, where I'm gonna fall You can't catch me, where I'll hide This world's too cold, So I'm gonna roam, I'm moving to the sun 93 miles times a million more Quite a trip we've planned I must drive now carefully And figure where we'll land You can't catch me, where I'm gonna fall You can't catch me, where I'll hide This world's too cold, So I'm gonna roam I'm moving to the sun