One more astronaut in
Black skin universe
One more travelin' man
With weary tired eyes
Feeling cold, feeling cold
Thinking around the clock of
Drinking on the job
Of the powdered food and piss bags
Never having sex
And growing old, growing old
Headspace, alive and painless
Weightless and almost sane I
Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Headspace, alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
Left behind in a...a troubled time
Back home, back home
Back home, back home
It gets so lonely, you know
Weeks and months alone
Chasing sleep and space junk
And the dying stars
I've known and loved, known and loved
Through true decline of the
Five billions minds or so
Through mudslides and earthquakes
The blue one holds on
And rolls along, rolls along, rolls along
Headspace, alive and painless
Weightless and almost sane I
Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Headspace, alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
Left behind in a...a troubled time
Back home, back home
Back home, back home
One more astronaut in
Endless old universe with
One more second chance at
Wondering why he's here at all
Headspace, alive and painless
Weightless and almost sane I
Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Headspace, alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
Left behind in a...a troubled time
Back home, back home
Back home, back home
Bold are the ones who come
Over the line to fall
Over the horizon
Never ones to fade away
Then it hit me
This cosmic pull and energy
It kinda makes me wonder if
I'll ever make it back home, back home
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