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