I can see myself better when I step out
And connect with the atmosphere
It has composed so much of me
I see sheets of music flown across the galaxy

I’m so surprised every time I tune in
To hear it sing. I’m still that same melody
Because sometimes I fear I’ve lost my gift when
Years ago the stars requested a key change

Space is a writer that’s been isolated for too long
Frustrated by its enthusiasm for me
And now all their notes look like meteors
Moving at hurling speeds showering from above

Each time one falls I do what I can to catch it
I’ll do anything to feel the impact
Nothing makes me feel more true to myself
Than a bright extraterrestrial vision