We (Cm)starve, look

at one an oth er short of breath, walk

ing proud ly in our win ter (Bb)coats, Wear

ing smells from lab ’ra tor ies, (Cm)fac ing a dy ing na tion

of (Cm)mov ing pa per (G7)fan ta sy,

Lis t’ning for the new told (Cm)lies

with su (Ab)preme vi sions of (Eb)lone ly tunes.

(Cm)Some where,

in side some thing, there is a rush of

great ness.

Who knows what stands in (Bb)front of

our lives; I fash ion my (Cm)fu ture on (Eb)films in space.

(Cm)Si lence tells me (G7)se cret ly

ev

’ry thing,

(Ab)ev

’ry thing.

(Cm)Sing ing

my space songs on a spi der web si tar, “Life is a round you and (Bb)in you.”

An swer for Tim oth y (Cm)Lear y, (Eb)dear y.

(Cm)Let

the (G7)sun shine,

Let the (Cm)sun shine in, the (Ab)sun

shine (Eb)in.

(Cm)Let

the (G7)sun shine,

Let the (Cm)sun shine in, the (Ab)sun

shine (Eb)in.