I lived a long rutted road
Where the nighttime fell like a heavy load
And the firmament was fixed and still
Above the dark of Bunker Hill
I love the twinkling of the lights
I'm watching for a satellite
The shooting stars fall way too fast
They burn so bright, and they never last
And the planets pa** as slow as d**h
Across the sky from East to West
I love the twinkling of the lights
I'm watching for a satellite
No movement in that field of stars
Set in time and distance far
And from horizon's edge, a light
A spark of man in lonely flight
Alone among the heavenly host
With a metal heart, directed ghost
And all the glory all around
Eyes firmly fixed upon the ground
I recognise that lonely light
Reflected from a satellite