Beyond the Horizon

(Searching the far)

(Searching the far)

We hold our paper maps up to the sun

Tracing old lines of where the currents run

While magic screens are guiding every ship

We steer by stars and hope we do not slip (ahhhh) They

speak of signals bouncing off the sky

Invisible networks passing us by

We only hear the wind upon the sail

Lost in the static of an ancient tale

Searching the far

(Searching the far)

Searching the far

(Searching the far)

Steam-driven iron moving through the cold

While we are clinging to the steel of old

They send their voices through a wire strand

We scream across the water to the land

We are left behind in the silent dark

Looking for a spark

(Searching the far)

(Searching the far)

(Searching the far) (Searching the far)