[Verse 1 — progressive rock, sparse opening, atmospheric guitar and deep bass] Burns… Tom Burns… The ever-changing landscape Of his career… Secret agent… Intergalactic space traveler… Still handsome… Newly appointed scientist By the Federation Of Intergalactic Scientists… At the speed of light… Everything is possible… Nothing is beyond reach… Through the depths of our minds We expand our horizons Something beyond the stars Is waiting for Tom Burns Life forms without vanity Without greed Without the need to conquer Or possess Tom Burns… His mind gets blown With every new encounter [Pre-Chorus — building] The curiosity of us… The curiosity of them… What are we? What are they? And why does every trip Lead us somewhere new? [Chorus — melodic progressive rock] No matter where No matter what It always comes down To the same thing Survival… Procreation… The rhythm… The rhythm written into everything The beauty… The mystery… And Tom Burns Is right there [Verse 2 — progressive rock groove, slightly more playful] Whenever Tom gets a chance He feels… He loves… He travels through the galaxies Occasionally finds a home… Somewhere out there… He never knows What he’ll find next Because underneath it all He’s still from here Still human… Still curious… Still Tom Burns [Bridge — music drops back, intimate vocal] Time… Is no longer a factor Distance… Is just a suggestion The universe keeps expanding And Tom keeps going One strange world After another… One impossible encounter After the next… Somewhere… Sometime… No more asking If this journey ends [Progressive Rock Instrumental — extended melodic guitar lead, Hammond organ, subtle synth accents, intricate bass and drums; evolving through several musical phrases, building tension into the final chorus] [Final Chorus — progressive rock band, dynamic drums, melodic guitars] No matter where No matter what It always comes down To the same thing Survival… Procreation… The rhythm… The rhythm written into everything The beauty… The mystery… Everything is possible And Tom Burns Is still out there [Outro — progressive instrumental fade] Burns… Tom Burns… Still from here… Not quite who he used to be… New adventures are coming… Stay tuned…
