I lived a long rutted road

Where the nighttime fell like a heavy load

And the firmament was fixed and still

Above the dark of Bunker Hill

I love the twinkling of the lights

I'm watching for a satellite



The shooting stars fall way too fast

They burn so bright, and they never last

And the planets pass as slow as death

Across the sky from East to West

I love the twinkling of the lights

I'm watching for a satellite



No movement in that field of stars

Set in time and distance far

And from horizon's edge, a light

A spark of man in lonely flight



Alone among the heavenly host

With a metal heart, directed ghost

And all the glory all around

Eyes firmly fixed upon the ground

I recognise that lonely light

Reflected from a satellite