Cosmos

Stuck in a fixed position as the world just spins on by

Clutching every minute as it withers and then dies

You know I'm not the type to cling to something long since gone

But it goes on and on and on and on and on

I tried to push it further, further back into my mind

Til it meant less and less, even before it was alive

Plans, they never work, and even when you think you've won

It still goes on and on and on and on and on

Moving inch by inch through every cloud and every storm

Then later walking back until the potholes start to form

I always come and go, but every time I get back home