Well I left down the fire escape
And I paused to hear the wind blow
And I felt my burning heart slow
Well I had three more stories to go
But that old moon locked his eyes on mine
And I was still in his cool light
And I heard all the satellites
Well they whispered and told me to climb
And so I went up the fire escape
And didn’t stop for no searchlights
‘Til that blanket of stars was in my sight
And I climbed in some cold war machine
And I watched as life passed below
I thought I might miss the wind blow
Through those fields I used to call home
But there was more and I always had known