Somewhere-out Here

Deep into the deadness of the night

The dark is gaping beyond

Black driving holes are soaring high

The time is out of joint

Whirling of the absurd

Which rolls all our dice

No one can shun the snares of death

But still we keep on trying

We wanna know more about us

So much we have to ask

To find out the cause of a meaningless being

Or retreat an' believe in God

We have to fly faster than light

To break the time and the sphere

Find out the point of our existence

Somewhere - out there

If there is no one behind the curtain

Of the theatre called life

We have to bear those ills we have

Carry the fardel of our lives