Packing the last few shirts in to a bloated suitcase
Last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face
I swear those hands move faster everyday
More confused than ever but I don't beg or pray
Cuz the, sparkling light from the morning sun
Is all we should need to feel one

I reach the station with just minutes to spare
Glance at my watch, times going faster these days I sware
Eyes focus up now to the trail timetable board
There's only two platforms to be explored
And it's then that I admit it to myself
That I am lost, so lost, but your the constellations
That guide me

There's a train at twelve, destination disaster
It's running on time as time runs faster
On platform two, it's destination sustainability
It's delayed though, it was supposed to arrive at 11:50
Platform one, is says stand behind the yellow line
(That I am lost, so lost, but your the constellations)
But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time
(That guide me)

My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence
I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance
As the train bound for disaster chokes up at the station
I don't board it cuz I decide that it's the wrong destination
But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen
And I'm lost, so lost
Where are the constellations, that guide me?
And then I realize that
We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks
And we have to squad up and we have to watch each other's backs
With forgiveness as our torch, and imagination our sword
(I'll need someone to write this line)
A grim sorrow, so equal and free
Every inch of this Earth is yours, all the land and all the sea
Imagine no restrictions, but the climate and the weather
Then we can explore space, together, forever

(And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations) 
(And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations)
(And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations)
(And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations)
(And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations)