Spaceman
Charles Bliss, Joe Coyle
The sea is gray and the flood is near
Got to get to work on the boat
Forty-thousand people dying in there
And everybody's dying alone
They're dying alone
Photographs of modern times
That's how we teach our children to grow
Seasoned sailors wait and watch
The young ones always want to row
This I know
The Spaceman in front of me
Is painting a symphony
With beautiful soul
And I know
That if you roll back the centuries
You'll see that mysteries
Are parts of the whole
This I know
The Spaceman in front of me
Is painting a symphony
With beautiful soul
And I know
That if you roll back the centuries
You'll see that mysteries
Are parts of the whole