I been living in a rocket house
Empty buildings go flying by
So trapped above the atmosphere
I got no time to say goodbye

I was only out a thousand miles
All religions fall away
I been running for a hundred years
But I always got some place to pray

From counterpane to stratosphere
All conclusions fade to black
Is there freedom from the hemisphere
Where there is no going back

I been living in a rocket house
Empty buildings go flying by
So trapped above the atmosphere
I got no time to say goodbye

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): CHRIS WHITLEY