Pack your bags dont' be late,
no-one will touch us in hyperspace
we'll watch the world from afar
and i'll be where you are
On that rainy day
i couldn't picture the sun coming up again
and though you turn to go, i know..
we'll meet again, we'll meet
again... someday,
The burning building gave way
and with it died plans well laid
to take flight for the stars
to be where you are