When you’re living in a series of atmospheres
You don’t stand upon the world, but within it
And the faster that you move, the lighter you become
The further out you go, the better the view
And you wanna rise
So that you can last
Take it all in slowly
Real fast
The capsule goes at 17,000 miles an hour
To make the sky act like a pond
And if it should slow down
Then the mighty ship will sink
As if falling through the sea
And you wanna last
So you’re destinationed for the outskirts
Thinks the answer lies beyond
But the slower that you go
The more substantial you become
Come to rest against the pure and solid center
And you wanna last
So that you might rise
Floating endlessly
From the decision of the skies
…the decision of the skies