You hide yourself away
And nothing I can say
Will find you, but that's ok

If I could take a minute
In light of stars in view tonight
And tear down the sky
To touch your light (brighter than white, lady)

It's only what I….
It's something that I thought I knew so much about.
But entropy has set me free,
And nothing is figured out.

You hide yourself away
And nothing I can say
Will find you, but that's ok

Less cynical than cautious

Why do I feel over before I've begun?
The first, the last to run (always the last to run)…
Who has clipped my wings?
Grounded pilot round the sun is cursed to roam

It's cursed to roam
It's good to roam

You hide yourself away
And nothing I can say
Will find you, but that's ok