Beyond the Sky

[billroper]

With this bum knee, I've spent entirely too much time going nowhere lately. That probably explains where the following song came from...

Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 2007

Beyond the Sky

I hear the music of a traveling song and I think that I should go,
But I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I’ve been sitting in one place too long and I hear a clear black sky
Call me to fly.
Off to fly.
I want to see the things that lie out far beyond the sky.
I want to stand upon the sand and watch a Martian storm roll by,
To walk the moons of Jupiter and look down on Saturn’s rings,
To fly past where the comets dwell and say goodbye to all these things.

I want to fly at FTL on an interstellar run
And then go on.
And then go on.
I want to see the twin moons rise by the light of a triple sun.
We’ve just begun.
We’ve just begun.
I want to see if life can thrive beyond the bounds of Earth.
I want to see the lightning strike on an ocean giving birth,
To see the greatest star collapse and ride the supernova’s wave
And cruise event horizons of another stellar grave.

Come fly with me on a trip beyond the stars.
Let’s find a ship that’s fast enough to cross the universe in hours.
And soon you’ll see it’s true.
I would go anywhere with you.

I see the light of the galaxy with you standing by my side.
It’s been a ride.
It’s been a ride.
The Milky Way behind us as we watch the spiral turn.
So much to learn.
So much to learn.
Galaxies unnumbered lie in clusters deep in space,
The secrets of the quasars at the edge of red shift’s race,
And out beyond the edge of time and the Big Bang’s fading glow.
Past the bubble of inflation and all the things we know.

I hear the music of a traveling song and I think that we should go,
But I don’t know.
I don’t know.
We’ve been sitting in one place too long and I hear a clear black sky
Call us to fly,
Off to fly.

To fly.
To fly.
Beyond the sky.