On Seeing Sagan in the Clouds

[Verse 1: Gripp]
Laying on my back, grass napping, matter more than human
I see the clouds sort of moving, little more than soothing
They drift and make the shape of Dr. Sagan's face
But it's not him; I just watch them as they fade away
Of course I picture him on high, watching and listening
To the bickering, smoking with Hitchens, chilling and kicking it
Writing papers for a research journal
That's only published in the aether. I can see the eternal. Yup
It's a wishful thought and I indulge it
But I switch it off long before it turns to superstition or
Any kind of sacred cow. You know I take it out
My logical side is kicking it with a quick retort
It's the shit we're born with in store
Hardwired to see a living force swimming in us all
And though I'm not the first who said it
It's possible to circumvent it. And, dammit, it's worth the effort
To overcome the evolutionary. And maybe
The truth is scary, but that's a burden we choose to carry
Our thanks to the fallen greats for testing the seas
We'll keep struggling for all humanity's yet to achieve

[Hook: Gripp]
Our world is small and we're trying to get out
'til we're flying in the clouds, flying in the clouds
Breaking free of all that could hold us down
'til we're flying in the clouds, flying in the clouds
We're screaming that we're human and we're proud
'til we're flying in the clouds, flying in the clouds
Our world is small and we're trying to get out
'til we're flying in the clouds, flying in the clouds

[Verse 2: Gripp]
We're waiting to be led, anxious to be fed
Like a dog that's on a leash, like a patient in a bed
Maybe instead we should change it for the best
'cos lately I've been feeling things are aiming for a head
Look, Sagan is dead. He'll never resurrect
So we'd better focus on our own development instead
Aim higher than all the pettiness and yes
We'll get ahead of it, but not until we're ready to invest
This massive globe is a jagged stone
Slowly cracking into chasms, but for now we have it as a home
Fragile, mad alone through galactic catacombs
Watch how we travel slow with battered bones and tattered clothes
It's no fashion show, but don't laugh at it as a joke
It's just a fact, just our mortality's lasso rope
We're just the latest in the longest chain
And we're holding hands with all who came before us, helped along the way
Let's move forward, change, formicate
And explore the face of this enormity in every corner case
Moving the fence until we extend
Out into the universe and it is truly immense
We're the best we've got, a messy lot. But washing up from the waves
Is a set of heroes, incorruptible names
That down the road someone'll praise. The paths of glory
Lead but to the grave; for now we're stepping up to the plate

[Hook: Gripp]

[Outro]
Uh... high levels of thinking
The ability to create to...
To support ourselves with the environment around us, to...
Basically we're awesome and we can build shit that other animals can't