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One more astronaut in black skin of universe
One more travellin' man with
Heavy tired eyes, feeling cold
Feeling cold
Thinkin' around the clock of drinkin' on the job
Of the powdered food and piss bags
Never having sex, growing old
Growing old
Head space, alive and painless
Weightless and almost sane, I
Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Head space, alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
Left behind in a– a troubled time
Back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
It gets so lonely, ya know
Weeks and months alone
Chasin' sleep and space junk
And the dyin' stars I've known and loved
Known and loved
Through true decline of the five billion minds or so
Through mudslides and earthquakes
Blue one holds on and rolls along
Rolls along, rolls a-long
Head space, alive and painless
Weightless and almost sane, I
Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Head space, alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
Left behind in a– a troubled time
Back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
One more astronaut in
Endless old universe with
One more second chance at
Wondering why he's here at all
Head space, alive and painless
Weightless and almost sane, I
Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Head space, alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
Left behind in a– a troubled time
Back—
Bold are the ones who come
Over the line to fall
Over the horizon
Never ones to fade away
And then it hit me
This cosmic pull and energy
It kinda makes me wonder if
I'll ever make it back home
Back home
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