well i left down the fire escape

and i paused to hear the wind blow

and i felt my burning heart slow

well i had three more stories to go

 

but that old moon locked his eyes on mine

and i was still in his cool light

and i heard all the satellites

well they whispered and told me to climb

 

and so i went up the fire escape

and didn’t stop for no searchlights

‘til that blanket of stars was in my sight

and i climbed in some cold war machine

 

and i watched as life passed below

i thought i might miss the wind blow

through those fields i used to call home

but there was more and i always had known