He saw the grin and felt the doubt inside All cheeky bastards need a window He had a plan man but it went nowhere I guess that he had it coming Picked up a reason just to leave this place Picked up a reason just to stay here And in the end they couldn't sell him grace That's when he made up his mind One of these days we'll shoot at the sun There's too many ways for us to fire a gun To fire a gun to fire, fire, fire, fire But she said Open the window let the wind blow in I need some fresh air from the night Cause you've been talking in your sleep about How you're fed up alright No I don't care about the state we're in Lets look ahead and see the Distance In life we lose maybe one Day we one just figured you oughta listen One of these days we'll take out the Sun Too many ways for us to fire a gun To fire a gun Where is the fun in hurting someone one of these days We might take out the sun There's too many ways For us to bother someone And one of these days Ill fly to the moon If I get there too late I guess you got there to soon You got there to soon