riding through the chilly night air
can't shake the feeling there's
something out there

riding through the darkest blue
how many moons will
it take to get there?

out of sound
and out of sight
peering through the murky light
looking for some thing to be
I don't care as long as it's not me

could be that it means no harm
that little voice that pulls your arm
could be that it's here to beg
that little voice that pulls your leg
doesn't matter either way
that little voice was heard to say
just dropped by to tell you this
pick your place then send me on my way