Way Up High

I'll tell you a secret There's no such thing as time and space The stars and comets Will survive the human race What's done is done Today is seven years since you're gone I'm doing well so far I'm still wondering where you are Way up high Way up high Way up high Way up high I'll tell you my secret That sunny afternoon in March Changed my life completely Turned out to be a brand new start What's done is done It's been seven years since you're gone Tonight I think of you I know one day I'll join you too Way up high Way up high Way up high Way up high Way up high Way up high Way up high Way up high It's hard not to look at the ground as you walk To set your sights low, keep the world spinning and try to stay grounded wherever you are But every so often you remember to look up and imagine the possibilities Dreaming of what's out there. Before long, you find yourself grounded once again Grounded in the sense of being homebound Stuck on Earth The more you look to the sky, the more you find yourself back on Earth, confronting certain possibilities It's possible that there are other names for our planet, that we will never know That there are constellations that feature our sun, from an angle we'll never get to see That there are many other civilizations hidden beyond the veil of time, too far away for their light to ever reach us We dream of other worlds, and name them after our old discarded gods, and they seem almost as distant - too far to be seen with the naked eye Only ever in artist's renditions Or a scattering of pixels on a monitor, with the colors tweaked to add a bit of flair Even our own neighbourhood is impossibly vast We're used to showing the planets nested together because if we drew them to scale, they'd be so far apart, they wouldn't fit on the same page And even our own moon, that seems to hang so close to Earth But still so far away that all the other planets could fit in the space between them It's possible our spacesuits won't need treaded boots ever again That one day soon we'll tire of wandering and move back home for good And we'll get used to watching our feet as we walk, occasionally stopping to hurl a single probe into the abyss, like a message in a bottle Maybe it shouldn't matter if anyone ever finds it If nobody's there to know we once lived here on Earth Maybe it should be like skipping a stone across the surface of a lake It doesn't matter where it ends up, It just matters that we're here on the shore Just trying to have fun and pass the time, and see how far it goes The primary difficulties that we observed was that there was just far too little time to do the variety of things that we would have liked to have done --- Way Up High - Milow