Passengers

Passengers
by Jon Cobert, Tom Chapin & Michael Mark
© 2000 Red Wagon Music, The Last Music Co. & HCD Music (ASCAP)

There’s a trillion stars in this galaxy
Older than all memory.
Our earth’s but a speck in a cosmic sea
And aren’t we lucky here?
On a spinning globe that gives off heat,
Provides the ground beneath our feet.
With air and water, food to eat,
And such great atmosphere.

You and I are passengers
Riding on a spaceship
Somewhere in a spiral arm of the Milky Way.
Traveling so fast and far.
Pulled by the sun, our own sweet star
That rises in the east to light our day.

Our numbers grow as we ride along.
We’re now 6 billion humans strong.
A wondrous, busy, dizzy throng
And mostly unaware
That like Noah’s Ark out on the sea
In a fragile boat, adrift are we.
We'll sail forever, you and me
If we treat our craft with care.

You and I are passengers
Riding on a spaceship
Somewhere in a spiral arm of the Milky Way.
Traveling so fast and far.
Pulled by the sun, our own sweet star
That rises in the east to light our day.

Protected in a state of grace
From the deep, dark cold of outer space.
Our children’s children need this place
For journeys of their own.

You and I are passengers
Riding on a spaceship
Somewhere in a spiral arm of the Milky Way.
Traveling so fast and far.
Pulled by the sun, our own sweet star
That rises in the east to light our day.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's This Pretty Planet CD.

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