When you're living in a series of atmospheres
  You don't stand upon the world, but within it
  And the faster that you move, the lighter you become
  The further out you go, the better the view
    And you wanna rise
  So that you can last
  Take it all in slowly
  Real fast
    The capsule goes at 17,000 miles an hour
  To make the sky act like a pond
  And if it should slow down
  Then the mighty ship will sink
  As if falling through the sea
  And you wanna last
    So you're destinationed for the outskirts
  Thinks the answer lies beyond
  But the slower that you go
  The more substantial you become
  Come to rest against the pure and solid center
    And you wanna last
  So that you might rise
  Floating endlessly
  From the decision of the skies
  ...the decision of the skies
    The farthest you can go is right behind you
  And the closest you can come is nowhere near
  And it could make you wonder where
  When you're discussing here or there
  And do you really have to get going
    When you're living, you're just a series of atmospheres
  Whatever velocity you're in
  And no matter how you move
  You're going to become
  You cannot end and there's no beginning
    And nothing lasts
  And only time really flies
  And you're always free
  From the decision of the skies
  The decision of the skies