(Intro) (The sound of a warm acoustic guitar fingerpicking a delicate, descending pattern. A light wash of reverb creates a sense of vast, empty space, accompanied by the faint, rhythmic pulse of a floor tom.) (Verse 1) I stepped off the porch and away from the glare Of the streetlights and sirens and the heavy city air Walked past the fences where the shadows grow tall Until I couldn't hear the hum of the engine at all I laid my head down on the cool, dampened grass And watched the great river of the Milky Way pass The silence is a velvet that wraps round the bone In a cathedral of light where I’m never alone. (Chorus) (The music swells as a pedal steel guitar adds a soaring, ethereal melody and a gentle bass line grounds the rhythm) Oh, I’m getting lost in the silver and black Searching for a trail that’ll never lead back Beyond the horizon, beyond the design Where the dust of the cosmos and the spirit entwine Floating in the deep, where the ancient fires burn At the point of the circle where the galaxies turn I’m a speck of a shadow, a breath in the night Drowning in a sea of impossible light. (Verse 2) The constellations are whispers from a billion years gone Drawing out a map for the soul to drift on There’s Orion the Hunter with his belt made of ice And the shimmer of the Pleiades, a shimmering price I can feel the earth spinning, a slow-rolling stone In a theater of wonders that the heart’s always known The weight of the "now" starts to flicker and fade In the glow of the furnace where the elements were made. (Bridge) (The tempo stays steady, but the instruments grow louder and more layered; a mandolin flickers like a distant star) Time is a fiction, a line in the sand When you’re holding the edge of the universe's hand Let the ego dissolve, let the boundaries break In the ripples of light that the nebulae make! (Instrumental Break) (A haunting, melodic interplay between the acoustic guitar and the pedal steel, mimicking the feeling of floating upward through a dark, sparkling expanse.) (Outro) (The instruments drift away one by one, leaving only the soft, rhythmic fingerpicking) Drifting away. Further out still. Lost in the fire Of a heavenly will. Just stardust. Just stardust. (The final note lingers and fades into a soft, cosmic hiss)
