Outsiders

Imagine the very first man on the moon, watching the earth rising up

Out of the darkness cerulean blue, water and thunder and dust

Floating like magic alive in the air, his body a weightless machine

Farther away than a plane or a bird or a dreamer had ever been

Outsiders, look up

It turns out we are not so different

Gray and deserted, the landscape is strange, holes on a desolate road

Holding the camera, he pauses to say, Would you look at our beautiful home

All of the angry and all of the lost, painting a circle of blue

Only a moment to lean back and watch the silvery rise of the moon

Outsiders, look up

The night is dark but brilliant and it turns out we are not so different

Imagine the very first man on the moon, watching the earth rising up

Out of the darkness cerulean blue, water and thunder and dust

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the endless expanse of a dream

Pausing the burning of cities to say we are beautiful when we believe