Space
(Sullivan/Heaton/Nelson)
Well you walk the thinnest of the ice
So easy to hurt
We drove through the dark in the pouring rain
And barely said a word
So dress your wounds as best you can
And close your tired eyes
Try to climb away from here
Towards the empty skies
And I'll meet you there
High above it all
In the kiss of air, the lover's breath
Visions rise from each little death
As Moses stands and turns his gaze
Away from the feuding tribes
Walks towards the mountains
And through the rocks he climbs
God he orders Moses
Bring the people to my will
'Leave me be' cries Moses
Keeps on walking up the hill
And I'll meet you there
High above it all
In the kiss of air, the lover's breath
Visions rise from each little death
And should the Devil come
And should he say -
'All of this will I give to you, if you
Just bow down and worship me'
I'm on my knees . .
"The white twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean
make the hum of the spacecraft systems, the radio chatter, even your own breathing disappear.
There is no cold or wind or smell to tell you that you are connected to Earth.
You have an almost dispassionate platform - remote, Olympian and yet so moving
that you can hardly believe how emotionally attached you are
to those rough patterns shifting steadily below"
(quotation from Thomas Stafford, astronaut)