Cold on a Satellite
words and music - Gary Morrell
b. 5/26/24
unreleased
Time goes by like centuries
It must be awfully cold on a satellite
Remnants of memories wistful second thoughts
paradoxical uncertainties sold and bought
Take me to your leader
I wanna get off this ride
This isn’t what we signed up for
I want my money back
What is to believe in
We haven’t paid our fare
Looks as though we’re stranded here
there’s no returns
Take me to your leader
I wanna get off this ride
This isn’t what I signed up for
I want my money back
We’re getting closer to the star
Turn away, turn away
Closer to the star
We’re getting closer to the star
Turn away, turn away
Closer to the star
We’re getting closer to the star
(Take me to your leader)
Turn away turn away
(I wanna get off this ride)
We’re getting closer to the star
(This isn’t what I signed up for)
Turn away turn away
(I want my money back)
We’re getting closer to the star
(What is to believe in)
Turn away, turn away
(We haven’t paid our fare)
We’re getting closer to the star
(Looks as though we’re stranded here)
Turn away, turn away
Burn up like a star
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