I follow the road and sky
as i mourn and contemplate
this senseless planet of regret
with drought, tsunami and typhoons...

It is said the gods gave us fire
Prometheus molded us from clay
I gaze upward and see the heavens
the seven sisters and Andromeda...

Perhaps they watch us from Andromeda
they see us hurrying about like insects
shadows of ourselves we see in mirrors
we wish to embrace but fail to approach...

I wish to be with the one my heart loves
she shines like diamonds to the stars
she shimmers and radiates like gold
lovely and useful like diamonds to the Anromedans...

Maybe in Andromeda they know not
what to do with themselves like us
like us they sleep when they die
and love is birth and waking...

I follow the winding road and sky
past the casino and rain on the street
It's cold and lonesome behind these eyes
not the face I wished to become...

We may find our kind in Andromeda
I will be the man not to hurt you
awakening childhood dreams in full blossom
instead of being human in an inhumane world...