One More Astronaut

Saturday, 1 February 2003

One more astronaut in
Black skin of universe
One more traveling man with
Heavy tired eyes, feeling cold
Feeling cold

Thinking around the clock of
Drinking on the job
Of the powdered food and piss bags
Never having sex, growing old
Growing old

Headspace, alive and painless
Weightless and almost sane, I
Close my eyes, I
Become the sky, yeah
Headspace, alone and shameless
Can’t wait to find the faces
Left behind
In a troubled time back home
Back home, back home, 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
Known and loved
Through true decline of the
5 billion minds or so
Through mud slides and earthquakes
Blue one hold and rolls along
Rolls along, rolls along


One more astronaut in endless old universe with
One more second chance and
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

And then it hit me
This cosmic pull and energy
It kind of makes me wonder
If I’ll ever make it
Back home

I Mother Earth, Scenery and Fish, “One More Astronaut”

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