Monday, May 27, 2019

That feeling your walking through a dead place

I saw you, blast off, into outer space
I hope you find what you're looking for out there someday
A star-filled night is such a cold place
In the dark, you think you, found a better place

When you're ready, to come home
You'll find me, still waiting here
underneath that blue sky
In the house, by the lake

You said, was more then, you could ever take
You needed those bright lights, those fast night
That feeling, of steel, thrusting you away

But I will, be staying home, fishing off the banks
Mars is just so hard, there's no room for mistakes
Just dust and powder and wind storms
You can't get out of your vanes



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