Verse 1
Where will you be tomorrow,
Walking on the starsOh, those things that glow
Up high by night daily down lowYes a dream of mine,
I'd give my hand to signThey ask me why such impossible fantasy,
I'm afraid it's just their jealousyThey say there is a fine line between dreams and life,
But I think the routine slogging is much like a knife,Stripping you of joy and wit,
Making you close up and tight knitProviding a lack of imagination, which
The creative would call constipationWhen there's a world of wonder
where light meets somberWhere I'd rather be and daily see
Venus, Jupiter, Mars without the bars,
I'd rather be walking on the starsVerse 2
Where are you now,
Walking on the starsMy suit is heavy yet, I feel light,
The scene is staggering in the dark of nightWhat would they say if they could see me,
send me a gift, a medal or a melodyI laugh and share a smile,
I chose this unearthly exileIn a galaxy far away,
where I do not see the light of dayThe shuttle shakes and the window reciprocates,
The ground rattles, I brace for impact,
My skull shatters but my soul is intactStill, they ask why I chose peril over paradise,
I answer this paradise is a parody of liesVenus, Jupiter, Mars without the bars,
I'd rather be walking on the starsTell me what you think!
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Walking On The Stars
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