When you're living in a series of atmospheres

You don't stand upon the world, but within it

And the faster that you move, the lighter you become

The farther out you go, the better the view



And you wanna rise

So that you can last

Take it all in slowly

Real fast



The capsule goes at 17,000 miles an hour

To make the sky act like a pond

And if it should slow down

Then the mighty ship will sink

As if falling through the sea

So your destination for the outskirts

Thinks the answer lies beyond

But the slower that you go

The more substantial you become

Come to rest against the pure and solid center



And you wanna last

So that you might rise

Take it all in slow

That's the decision of the skies

The decision of the skies



Your best discovery will always be

Simply what you see

And there's something to look at

...everywhere

Devoid of any destination

Yes, you're part of a relation

From the cold ocean floor

And beyond the softest air



When you're living, you're just a series of atmospheres

Whatever velocity appeals

And no matter how you move

You're going to become

You cannot end and there's no beginning

The farthest you can go is right behind you

The closest you can get is nowhere near

And it could make you wonder where

When you're discussing here or there

And do you really have to get going



And nothing lasts

And only time really flies

And you're always free

From the decision of the skies

Decision of the skies