My feet were burned by roasting coal,
a cryptic message there foretold.
I felt the heat and longed for cold
and paid a price that wasn't sold.
The shell of that which used to be
turns unto fish and swims to sea.
I saw it all in morbid dreams
she passed beyond in front of me.
There set adrift a Sea of Holes:
a wayward grave of lofty goals.
The river flows o'er shores and shoals,
deposits one on banks of souls.
Blasted off from Brownsville, Texas
one-way ticket to the stars.
Waved an adios to atmosphere,
Waved a howdy back from Mars.
He's gonna rustle him up stardust;
he's gonna find himself a home.
He's gonna kick it in the cosmos,
but it's a long long way to go.
Shine on you Cosmic Cowboy,
but don't board your ship alone.
Shine on you Cosmic Cowboy,
but don't forget us here at home.
How's the view from Albireo?
counting asteroids one by one.
When you picnic at Polaris,
do you dream about our sun?
When you survive the supernova,
when you've tied up red Quasars,
How many light years will you travel?
When you come back from those stars?
Shine on you Cosmic Cowboy,
but don't board your ship alone.
Shine on you Cosmic Cowboy,
but don't forget us here at home.
Stellar sisters
cosmic brothers
stand together
love each other
Stellar sisters
cosmic brothers
stand together
love each other
Stellar sisters
cosmic brothers
stand together
love each other
Shine on y'all Cosmic Cowboys.
You'll never board your ships alone.
Shine on y'all Cosmic Cowboys.
In the cosmos we will roam.
In the cosmos we will roam.
and I feel like I am home.
Twist and turn the kaleidoscope but all I see is blue,
shattered and refracted light in the memories of you.
The grass is always greener but there's never greener grass.
Green exists, just once, it feels, but only in the past.
Twist and turn the kaleidoscope but all see is red,
broken, battered pieces of a past that's long been dead.
Two sit on a train,
each other they face.
One sees where they're going.
One sees where they went.
Still they're beholden
and even desire
to keep moving forward,
to keep moving onward.
"I am nothing."
What a curious thing for a something to say.
The meaning of being is rarely so beaming
as sunlight that breaks each new day.
So what is a thing that we say that we're not,
when things seem too dark to be seen?
What does it mean to be meant for something,
when that thing seems to be just a dream?
There are things that we use and things that we play,
things that we do and things that we say.
Things that are things we use for a thing
and tumble and toss and throw out someday.
But think of the things that THINK of these things
that say and teach and learn and do.
These are somethings, unlike those things
because the somethings have something to prove.
Somethings can love, Somethings can feel.
Somethings can dance and laugh and be.
Such a wondrous thing, to be just something,
to be you, to be them, to be me.
We're all meant for something, for we all are something,
endowed with great power unseen:
the power to think, the power to grow,
and always the power to dream.
because of this power we bring.
As long as you're you, as long as I'm me,
we were always meant for something.
