Walter Cronkite, Teach me about about any definite life Present me the future to remodels and wires Their blanket hope of an afterlife Their blanket hope of an afterlife
Spaceship, earth Here we go, here we go Help me get out Lest the pain that is sewn In the seeds of the stars that Are starting to show And the tails of those Are already dead Here we go, here we go
Let me stand still For a minute. Let me stand still For a minute.
