Lyrics

After dark, stars glisten like ice,
and the distance they span hides something elemental.
Not God exactly
More like some thin-hipped glittering Bowie-being
a Starman or cosmic ace hovering, swaying, aching to make us see.
And what would we do, you and I,
if we could know someone was squinting through the dust
Saying nothing is lost, everything lives on
waiting to be wanted back badly enough?
Would I put on my coat and return
to the kitchen where my mother and father sit waiting,
dinner keeping warm on the stove?
Bowie will never die.
Just like the life In which I'm forever a child
looking out my window at the night sky
Thinking one day I'll touch the world with bare hands
Even if it burns
This is Major Tom I lost control
The future here is not what it used to be
I am sending down a message to mankind
A letter ending with the word shine
Time never stops, but does it end? And how many lives
Before take-off, before we find ourselves
Beyond ourselves, all glam-glow, all twinkle and gold?