One more astronaut in black skin
Of universe
One more travelin' man
With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold
Thinking around the clock of drinking
And piss bags, never having sex and growing old
Headspace.alive and painless, On the job, of the powdered food
I close my eyes, I become the sky
Headspace.alone and shameless
Weightless and almost sane
Can't wait to find the faces
I left behind in a troubled time Back home
Weeks and months alone chasing
It gets so lonely you know
Sleep and space junk and the dying
Stars I've known and loved
Through true decline
And earthquakes, the blue one holds
Through mudslides
Of the five billions minds or so
And rolls along One more astronaut in
Endless old universe with
Wondering why he's here at all
One more second chance at Bold are the ones who
Come over the line to fall over
The horizon.never ones to fade away
Then it hit me, this
Cosmic pull and energy
It kinda makes me wonder
If I'll ever make it
Back home.
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