All Alone on a Rock - Ian Moss

All alone on a rock

Colder than the constellations

Fired free of gravitations hollow

The mathematic suns

Sing to me what must be done

And anything is possible tomorrow

All alone on a rock

Far below the city’s rolling

Colder than the ocean in it’s shadow

I do not feel pain

I won’t be going back again

And anything is possible tomorrow

Every shipwreck lying hollow

Every burned and broken cello

In it’s far magellic dust

Is callin' back for me to follow

And I’m

All alone on a rock

Hanging in the solar gale

Sweeping down the fields of Galileo

The mathematic suns

Sing to me what must be done

They sing to me and sing as one

They’re moving now it has begun

And anything is possible tomorrow

I do not feel pain

I won’t be back this way again

And anything is possible tomorrow