In all of the universe where did you roam? What did you see before you sought home?
Like all who have bodly gone so far, did you have to turn back before your first star?
or
Did you find life out there beyond our little Lone rock?
tell me
What’s it like in space where time doesn’t follow the clock?
Please spaceman, tell us why such a solemn look is masking your face.
What are you longing for up in that place?
Is it just that nothing on earth can now be up to par, or did you only find darkness beyond our own star?