See the Stars

Take me somewhere I can see stars

Past the backroads, the roar and exhaust from the cars

Where the moon is placed perfectly in the space between the sun and the earth

Where the atmosphere carves celestial light into prismatic ribbons and science uncertain

Astrotourist

I want to see the stars

Astrotourist

I want to see the stars

There are things far more beautiful than convenience

Things far lovelier, quiet and slow

There are places only trees can travel

There are songs only angels know

Astrotourist

I want to see the stars

Astrotourist

I want to see the stars

In space, there is no sound

In space, there is no sound

In space, there is no sound

In space, there is no sound

I want to see the stars