my mind wanders back to our oblivious existence

i'm all choked up now with the threat of distance

as the train bound for disaster chokes up at the station

i don't board it cause i decide that it's the wrong destination

but the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen

and i'm lost so lost where are the constellations that guide me?

and then i realize that we need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks

and we have to squad up and we have to watch each other's backs

with forgiveness as our torch and imagination our sword

i'll need someone to write this line a grim sorrow so equal and free

every inch of this earth is yours all the land and all the sea

imagine no restrictions but the climate and the weather

then we can explore space together forever

and i am lost so lost you are the constellations