One more astronaut in black skin

Of universe

One more travelin' man

With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold

Thinking around the clock of drinking

On the job, of the powdered food

And piss bags, never having sex and growing old



Headspace....alive and painless,

Weightless and almost sane

I close my eyes, I become the sky

Headspace....alone and shameless

Can't wait to find the faces

I left behind in a troubled time

Back home



It gets so lonely you know

Weeks and months alone chasing

Sleep and space junk and the dying

Stars I've known and loved

Through true decline

Of the five billions minds or so

Through mudslides

And earthquakes, the blue one holds

And rolls along



One more astronaut in

Endless old universe with

One more second chance at

Wondering why he's here at all



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