One more astronaut in

Black skin universe

One more travelin' man

With weary tired eyes, feeling cold, feeling cold

Thinking around the clock of

Drinking on the job,

Of the powdered food and piss bags,

Never having sex and growing old, growing old



Headspace...alive and painless,

Weightless and almost sane

I close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah

Headspace...alone and shameless

Can't wait to find the faces

I left behind in a, a troubled time

Back home, back home, back home, back home



It gets so lonely you know

Weeks and months alone

Chasing sleep and space junk

And the dying stars I've known and loved, known and loved

Through true decline of the

Five billions minds or so

Through mudslides and earthquakes

The blue one holds and rolls along, rolls along, rolls along



Headspace...alive and painless,

Weightless and almost sane

I close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah

Headspace...alone and shameless

Can't wait to find the faces

I left behind in a, a troubled time

Back home, back home, back home, back home



One more astronaut in

Endless wide universe with

One more second chance at

Wondering why he's here at all



Headspace...alive and painless,

Weightless and almost sane

I close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah

Headspace...alone and shameless

Can't wait to find the faces

I left behind in a, a troubled time

Back home, back home, back home, back home



Bold are the ones who come

Over the line to fall

Over the horizon...never ones to fade away

Then it hit me, this

Cosmic pull and energy

It kinda makes me wonder if

I'll ever make it

Back home, back home...