What you now are seeking
And hope to realize
Don't give it till the weekend
It will take weeks, months, years
It will take you your whole life

Cuz it's not a question of the convalescent kind
It's a thought that lives in the back of your mind
It is a story told with many different endings
Somehow it will always sound the same

It's like the dreams we chase these days
Well they all have patents pending, but
None of them ever seem to hold your name
Your name, your name, your name

So we tried to figure out why you never think about anything smaller than
Galaxies
Why you spend eons wondering what happened to our thundering
It's gone