Satellite

A lonely walk until the heaven's break

Come back home and see what's changed

Flipped the TV on and every channel's got some satellite

A broken shoe to practice walking straight

Take a little step and stop to think

About the planets and the atmosphere

and the satellites

Wait for the day to come, the day to go

Take all the needles from your hair

See how the things that happen

never really ever happen with a thought unaware

Around the corner, a while to zero in

And feel for where it ought to be

If not the nuts and bolts and that'll come

Like a satellite

Wait for the day to go, the day to come...