I lay my head on the railroad track Stare at the sky all painted up Your train is gone, won't be coming back
See the constellation ride across the sky No cigar, no lady on his arm Just a guy made of dots and lines Just a guy made of dots and lines
Two years ago moved from my town I was looking up past the city lights But the city lights got in my way
See the constellation ride across the sky No cigar, no lady on his arm Just a guy made of dots and lines Just a guy made of dots and lines
I found my mind on the ground below I was looking down, it was looking back I was in the sky all dressed in black
See the constellation ride across the sky No cigar, no lady on his arm Just a guy made of dots and lines Just a guy made of dots and lines Just a guy made of dots and lines
Can you hear what I see in the sky? Can you hear what I see in the sky? Can you hear what I see in the sky?
Notes The dial-a-song version:
I lay my head on the railroad track Look at the sky all dressed in black Your train is gone, won't be coming back
My lone constellation rides across the sky No cigar, no lady on his arm Just a guy made from dots and lines Just a guy made from dots and lines
The city lights think nothing's there No real stars, nothing's there
My lone constellation rides across the sky No cigar, no lady on his arm Just a guy made from dots and lines Just a guy made from dots and lines
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