I lay my head on the railroad track
Stare at the sky all painted up
Your train is gone, won`t be coming back
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Two years ago - moved from my town
I was looking up past the city lights
But the city lights got in my way
I found my mind on the ground below
I was looking down - it was looking back
I was in the sky all dressed in black
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
