"But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone. So I watch the summer stars to lead me home." - Owl City, Silhouette

My soul waits empty and alone,
Knowing loss is something death employs,
Waiting for the skies to take me home.

Morning dawn with amber fade,
Peaceful nights with little noise,
My soul waits empty and alone.

I find a grave, with fresh flowers laid,
Picked in a field from Illinois,
Waiting for the skies to take me home.

Use the tools the craftsmen made,
To craft something new from these broken toys.
My soul waits empty and alone.

King of all hills and Jack of all trade
I watch as others build and destroy,
Waiting for the skies to take me home.

The wind whispers of last stands and daring raids,
And of the things in which I once found joy.
My soul waits empty and alone.

Don't be like me, with my feelings so easily swayed
Don't be like me, all you girls and boys.
My soul waits empty and alone,
Waiting for the skies to take me home.