O weightless explorer of the endless frontier
Do the angels whisper in your ear?
Or is it deafening to hear them sing
At the height you view the world at?
Through thick crystal ports
You look at me
And I look up at you
Neither one of us really seeing the other
But I know you're there
And you know I'm here
Upon canned oxygen
And recycled farts
You carry our dreams with you
As you orbit the Earth