Another trip around its axis
More steps placed in its dirt
Seconds blended together
In a smoothie without mirth
Sky overcast with grayed cotton
The forecast sunny for what that’s worth
Cause meteorology is a game of chance
And I think my chances have run their course
But still I cling to hope like humid air
In a summer southern church
Where preachers preach about the Messiah
And His awfully lowly birth
But with a Star for a nightlight
And heavens choir on the burst
The good news was heralded
For all across the earth
Now I don’t think I’m so important that I need such fanfare
Just an utterance through 5G
Would surely take me there
Not much need be said
And even less would it take to share
I just want to walk in your world
And 112 said it best: Anywhere