Soon This Space Will Be Too Small

Soon this space will be too small
 And I'll go oustide
 To the huge illside
 Where the wild winds blow
 And the cold stars shine
 I'll put my foot
 On the living road
 And be carried from here
 To the heart of the world
 I'll be strong as a ship
 And wise as a wale
 And I'll say the three words
 That will save us all
 And I'll say the three words
 That will save us all
 Soon this space will be too small
 And I'll laugh so hard
 That the walls cave in
 The I'll die three times
 And be born again
 In a little box
 With a golden key
 And a flying fish
 Will set me free
 Soon this space will be too small
 All my veins and bones
 Will be burned to dust
 You can throw me into
 A black iron pot
 And my dust will tell
 What my flesh would not
 Soon this space will be too small
 And I'll go oustide
 And I'll go oustide
 And I'll go oustide