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