Terrestrial

Darkness on the front porch, and the moon is low
I'm sifting through the static on a shortwave radio
Never had a notion to investigate
Now I can't tell if things have changed or if it's just getting late
I tell myself it won't be long
I tell myself nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong
Falling through the night on a frozen stream
Oh, I can't see a future where I'm not tied to this dream
It's hard to find a signal where the world's not flat
That's never been where I live, but I already knew that

I tell myself it won't be long
I tell myself nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong
I tell myself it won't be long
I tell myself nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong