All Alone On A Rock

All alone on a rock Colder than the constellations Fired free of gravitations hollow The mathematic suns Sing to me what must be done And anything is possible tomorrow All alone on a rock Far below the city's rolling Colder than the ocean in it's shadow I do not feel pain I won't be going back again And anything is possible tomorrow Every shipwreck lying hollow Every burned and broken cello In it's far magellic dust Is callin' back for me to follow And I'm All alone on a rock Hanging in the solar gale Sweeping down the fields of Galileo The mathematic suns Sing to me what must be done They sing to me and sing as one They're moving now it has begun And anything is possible tomorrow I do not feel pain I won't be back this way again And anything is possible tomorrow --- All Alone on a Rock - Ian Moss