I lay my head on the railroad track

Stare at the sky all painted up

Your train is gone, won't be coming back

See the constellation ride across the sky

No cigar, no lady on his arm

Just a guy made of dots and lines

Two years ago - moved from my town

I was looking up past the city lights

But the city lights got in my way

I found my mind on the ground below

I was looking down - it was looking back

I was in the sky all dressed in black

Can you hear what I see in the sky