Orbits Over Spree

Far beyond the roofs and wire

Morning turns in

rings of light

I ride the rail of a sleepless line

Silver windows drift beside

Every mile unthreads the night

Every breath becomes the tide

Hold me in the turning air Carry me where names grow wide

Take me into the open sky

Round and round where the long tones fly

I am only a moving star

Home is never where we are

Old stations fade like painted signs

Dust and blue across the glass

I let the quiet read my hands

I let the darkened rivers pass

Somewhere in the drifting hum I find a shape that lasts (ooh)

Turning slowly

(ahh) Only sky and wire (ooh) Round and round the long tones

fly

Home is moving, so am I

Far beyond the roofs and wire

Morning holds the final fire