When you're living in a series of atmospheres   You don't stand upon the world, but within it   And the faster that you move, the lighter you become   The further out you go, the better the view      And you wanna rise   So that you can last   Take it all in slowly   Real fast      The capsule goes at 17,000 miles an hour   To make the sky act like a pond   And if it should slow down   Then the mighty ship will sink   As if falling through the sea   And you wanna last      So you're destinationed for the outskirts   Thinks the answer lies beyond   But the slower that you go   The more substantial you become   Come to rest against the pure and solid center      And you wanna last   So that you might rise   Floating endlessly   From the decision of the skies   ...the decision of the skies      The farthest you can go is right behind you   And the closest you can come is nowhere near   And it could make you wonder where   When you're discussing here or there   And do you really have to get going      When you're living, you're just a series of atmospheres   Whatever velocity you're in   And no matter how you move   You're going to become   You cannot end and there's no beginning      And nothing lasts   And only time really flies   And you're always free   From the decision of the skies   The decision of the skies