When I look to the sky,
Don't ask me who I'm looking for,
Cause I'm just looking for anything,
Anyone at all.

An answer from space or energy itself.
If I knew whether it's real or not,
It'd defeat the whole purpose of searching.

If I said knew who I was asking for,
I'd be presumptuous and ignorant,
Who knows who could have built this.

When I look to the sky,
Don't ask what song I'm singing,
Cause I'm just making it up as I go along,
Along a make believe path.