Cosmonaut

Last night I woke up startled from another falling dream
It was embedded in my memory
from when my fam'ly lived in trees
And I've read a lot of books about the future of the sun
And how my great-great-great-great-grandfather
might have been a monkey's son

There's a man down on the corner
With a weathered wrinkled face
He says that planet Earth is not his home
No he comes from Outer Space

And we're all full of questions
And we would like to know just exactly where we came from
And exactly where we'll go

Well I know my limitations
And I know that I don't know
But still I know the constellations
and I know the falling snow.