We starve, look at one another short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Somewhere, inside something , there is a rush of greatness Who knows what stands in front of our lives I fashion my future on films in space Silence tells me secretly ev'rything, ev'rything Singing my space songs on a spiderweb star "Life is around you and in you" Answer for Timothy Leary, deary