One more astronaut in black skin
Of universe
One more travellin' 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 billion 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