I’ve looked all over the world, but I still can’t find myself.

From the core of the Earth to my grandma’s shelf.

From the highest mountain to the bottom of the sea.

No matter where I look, I can’t find me.

So, I searched my name on the GPS.

And it appeared somewhere I’d never guess.

Far from the sun, so far away.

Untouchable, but in the Milky Way.

Adorning the rings in Saturn’s atmosphere

On the map, it said I was here.

I bought an airline ticket for the stars.

My first connection was on mars.

When I made it to Jupiter, my flight delayed.

In that airport, five days I stayed.

I met an alien on vacation from the moon.

He asked me to marry him, but I said it was too soon.

Turns out he was actually a prince

And that his lunar bucks could be at my dispense.

He gave me his number; I took it with a smile.

And I said to him, after while crocodile

My rocket ship flew far away.

Around the sun for many a day.

At last I reached my final station.

Leaving me bursting with expectation.

I grabbed my phone to check my spot.

Or at least that is what I had thought.

Turns out I had moved again.

Guess I’ll buy another ticket, take another spin.