Way Up High

I'll tell you a secret

There's no such thing as time and space

The stars and comets

Will survive the human race

What's done is done

Today is seven years since you're gone

I'm doing well so far

I'm still wondering where you are

Way up high

Way up high

Way up high

Way up high

I'll tell you my secret

That sunny afternoon in March

Changed my life completely

Turned out to be a brand new start

What's done is done

It's been seven years since you're gone

Tonight I think of you

I know one day I'll join you too

Way up high

Way up high

Way up high

Way up high

Way up high

Way up high

Way up high

Way up high

It's hard not to look at the ground as you walk

To set your sights low, keep the world spinning

And try to stay grounded wherever you are

But every so often you remember

To look up and imagine the possibilities

Dreaming of what's out there

Before long, you find yourself grounded once again

Grounded in the sense of being homebound

Stuck on Earth

The more you look to the sky, the more you find yourself

Back on Earth, confronting certain possibilities

It's possible that there are other names

For our planet, that we will never know

That there are constellations that feature our Sun

From an angle we'll never get to see

That there are many other civilizations hidden

Beyond the veil of time

Too far away for their light to ever reach us

We dream of other worlds

And name them after our old discarded gods

And they seem almost as distant

Too far to be seen with the naked eye

Only ever in artist's renditions

Or a scattering of pixels on a monitor

With the colors tweaked to add a bit of flair

Even our own neighbourhood is impossibly vast

We're used to showing the planets nested together

Because if we drew them to scale, they'd be so far apart

They wouldn't fit on the same page

And even our own Moon, that seems to hang so close to Earth

But still so far away that all the other planets

Could fit in the space between them

It's possible our spacesuits

Won't need treaded boots ever again

That one day soon we'll tire of wandering

And move back home for good

And we'll get used to watching our feet as we walk

Occasionally stopping to hurl a single probe

Into the abyss, like a message in a bottle

Maybe it shouldn't matter if anyone ever finds it

If nobody's there to know we once lived here on Earth

Maybe it should be like skipping a stone across the surface of a lake

It doesn't matter where it ends up

It just matters that we're here on the shore

Just trying to have fun and pass the time, and see how far it goes

The primary difficulties that we observed was that there

Was just far too little time to do the variety of things

That we would have liked to have done