The Cosmos are quiet tonight.

Bright, vibrant, filled with marvelous wonders...but quiet.

Drifting through the starfield, I've got Saturn in my rear view.
The opaque beauty of Neptune awaits in the unending distance.

So cold it's striking, but I'll have to get over it.

The sun can't help me today.

So turbulent in the asteroid belt, I did not escape unscathed.
My hull may be damaged but my engines are intact.

The interstellar journey continues.

Below me I see the barren expanse of Pluto.

The tiniest of threads on the galactic blanket.

Then she fades into the darkness.

Earth is but an echo, Mars is but a shadow.

Out of the Solar system I fly.

Where to? Who knows

This is the beginning of the end.
This is the fall from grace.
This is the pain that's been given me.
This is the quiet disgrace.

There went the last bit of harmony.
There went the best chance I had.
There went whatever was left of me.
There went the good from the bad.

Now I have nothing worth fighting for.
Now there's no comeback to try.
Now there are shadows and emptiness
Now I just sit back and cry.

Don't tell me this isn't permanent.
Don't tell me things that aren't true.
Don't wish me well from this moment on.
Don't think I'm listening to you.

Leave me alone in my emptiness.
Leave me to drift in the sea.
Leave me and don't think a thing of it.
Leave me to be what I'll be.

Promise me you won't come in search of me.
Promise me you won't be the one.
Promise me you'll know it is finished.
Promise me you'll know it is done.

This is the road I will wander down.
This is where I lose my friends.
This is where the wall comes closing in.
This is the beginning of the end.

Your heart was pure and decent,
Your spirit kind and good.
I love you more than anything,
and I did all that I could.

I watched you from the first day,
I saw you learn and grow.
You changed my life and warmed my soul,
In ways you’ll never know.

Now you're where the angels walk,
Safe from harm and fear.
And one day when the sun shines bright,
I'll join you there my dear.

It's never easy with the emptiness,
I don't like to be apart.
But on this journey that I'm taking
I'll always keep you in my heart.

No matter where I go my child,
No matter what I do.
I know one day, where the angels walk,
Once again, I’ll walk with you.

There was so much I never told you,
A world of wonder left to share.
Now I’m left with a hollow place,
That’s difficult to bear.

But I know you're where the angels walk,
in the shining glory of the sun.
My precious darling sweetie bug,
Your trial on earth is done.

When I shall finally go there,
To the wondrous golden shore,
I'll meet you where the angels walk,
and hold you forevermore.

It was another sunny morning and I was in bed all alone,
My lower back would barely move and pain surged through my bones.
I stared beyond the window to the gorgeous day outside,
And from my bedroom prison I just cried and cried and cried.

I would give most anything to be the one I was before,
This disease has taken all my body had from me and more.
Now a constant stream of scripts and multicolored pills,
And each day in the mailbox, a brand new load of bills.

Doctors, nurses, hospitals and my insurance corporation,
They do their best to bleed me dry in my recurring desperation.
Surcharges, fees and copays, it's always much the same.
I grow so tired and weary of this wretched little game.

Now I'm faced with selling most of the meager things I own,
Just so that the debt collectors stop blowing up my phone.
I try to put a brave face on and smile for the world,
But just a bit below the skin I'm coming so unfurled.

I didn't decide to be this way, I can't help that I am sick,
But sometimes this society can lay the guilt on thick.
Don't judge what you don't understand, it's not a wise position.
I bet you'd feel differently if we shared the same condition.

Sometimes I really have no clue what I'm supposed to do,
but I have folks that love me and are trying to pull me through.
They're always there to make me smile and lend a helping I hand,
I want to make it up to them but I'm not sure that I can.

I wish I'd never heard the name of this horrible disease,
I wish there was some change in which I'd finally be set free.
Though I'm not at all too thrilled to face the fresh pain of tonight,
I want to make it clear to you: I'm not giving up this fight.

I sit alone in the darkness
I sit at the edge of my bed.
I sit alone in the darkness,
There's nothing but pain in my head.

I stand alone in the dust storm,
I stand far, far apart.
I stand alone in the dust storm,
carrying such a hurt in my heart.

I walk alone down the pathway,
I walk at the edge of the cliff,
I walk alone down the pathway,
Wounded and damaged and stiff.

I wait alone in the madness,
I wait in the rough of the night,
I wait alone in the madness,
Nothing left in me to fight.

I cry alone in the chaos,
I cry in the grasp of my fear,
I cry alone in the chaos,
Dreaming it would all disappear.

I sing alone by the seashore,
I sing a very sad song,
I sing alone by the seashore,
No more will to be strong.

I mourn alone by the gravestone,
I mourn for the ones who are gone,
I mourn alone by the gravestone,
As I wait for the empty of dawn.

I lay alone in my prison,
I lay alone so unnerved.
I lay alone in my prison,
The sentence has got to be served.

I drift alone in the ocean,
I drift in the swirl of waves,
I drift alone in the ocean,
For all of the rest of my days.

For so long I saw it coming,
but still I searched for an escape.
Now the book of life is changing,
and a new chapter's taking shape.

It's like the sunshine in my heart,
will not come out to shine.
Instead, I'm out here cold and lost,
What I have done this time?

You said we'd never change,
and I was your forever guy.
But now I've lost my range
and sometimes I wonder why I try?

I wish I could fly away instead,
but this thought's rolling around my head...

You're killing me today,
Like you've killed me every day.
And I wish that I could stay,
but it has to be this way.

Through the fire and the smoke,
We tried to make amends.
But maybe now my dear,
we're just better off as friends.

You know I never wanted this,
but I guess life had other plans.
I'll take what I can get out there,
but I don't have to be your man.

I wish I could fly away instead,
but I've still got this thing I dread...

You're killing me today,
Like you've killed me every day,
and you've lost your only sway,
'cause the truth is on display.

It's a bland looking place on the outskirts of town,
the sign is missing letters and the building's run down.
Sitting at the corner of an old gravel road,
a rugged, not too friendly looking distant abode.

Built back in the 60s on a small, ***** tract,
half the deadbolts don't work and the front window's cracked.
It's a glorified shack, only seventeen rooms,
And its thick with the grey fog of cigarette fumes.

But far from abandoned, there are plenty of guests,
they drive in from the north and fly out from the west.
From the old to the young, to the meek and the great,
they all find their place on this darkened estate.

It's played host to rock stars, to artists and writers,
corrupt politicians and heavyweight fighters.
They travel for miles to this little piece of hell,
the rusty old spot called the Sampson motel.

In the small cluttered office just beyond the wood door,
you'll find the manager Wayne, he lost an eye in the war.
He's a bit rough and tumble and he's got skin cold as ice,
but if you show him respect you might get a good price.

The ice machine's broken and the power cord's frayed,
so little of elegance or fancy displayed.
The plumbing is awful and the wall paint is peeling,
and most of the souls that you'll find here are reeling.

Housekeeping doesn't do much, there's only one maid.
She smokes a cigar and wears her hair up in braids.
She won't leave you a mint or turn down the sheet,
But if you mistreat her, you're out on the street.

It's the #1 choice if you don't want to be found,
as long as you don't mind the trash on the ground.
Folks aren't too friendly here so if you come stay
Mind your own business and go about your own way.

Guests come and they go almost quick as flash,
And you can be certain they always pay cash.
In darkness they'll be, transfixed by the spell
of the rusty old spot called the Sampson motel.