Home's a tricky thing these days
Too many open roads and parting ways
I guess the kids got bored or the smokes ran out
And they moved on to some other town
And shot some holes on the interstate
In all the stop signs saying hit the brakes like...
I'm looking west, I'm looking north
Maybe it's easy in the east
And the south's got warmth but
I can't take you with me when I go
F*ck this globe
Can't we go back
To them good old days
When the earth was flat?
Tuck in all the corners of the map
And live with you somewhere in the fold
Always at a station
But never really stationed
Mir would be the place for me
Just trying to find a little space to be like...
I've been floating on my own
Since Houston moved the landing zone like...
I'm looking up, I'm looking down
I never felt smaller than I do right now
Can't you come with me when I go?
Hold this wave
Take me back
Through time and space
Where we got off track
If it all rolls over on itself
I'll be swimming for the black hole
And I'll meet you in the fold