One more astronaunt in black sking   of universe   One more travelin' man   With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold   thinking around the clock of drinking   On the job, of the powdered food And piss bags, never having sex and growing old   Headspace... alive and painless,   Weightless and almost sane   I close my eyes, I become the sky   Headspace... alone and shameless   Can't wait to find the faces   I left behind in a troubled time   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   Through the decline   Of the five billion minds or so   Through mudslides   And earthquakes, the blue one holds   And rolls along   One more astronaunt in   Endless old universe with   One more second chance at   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   Then it hit me, this   Cosmic pull and energy   It kinda makes me wonder   If I'll ever make it   Back home