That faded picture frame It's been so many minutes, hours, days I expect it to read a different name That kid's just not the same He's been through thick and thin So many cosmic circumstances Written in the window pane Some say that he grew up like everyone else But this figure in the mirror's saying he grew into himself A breathing history novel In which I'm the singular scholar And by the table of contents, you'll find I'm not just a child but I wander I'm a modern marvel of art A work in progress that's honest to where my childhood started But I Wonder If I've always been following Where the stars had me charted or my own path that I'm carving I still wander Whether I'm a toddler or father I know I'm guided to respond to the beat of the same heart But I wonder What the future will author for Someone walking the boulevard of a Cosmic Wanderer Um, I don't know what it is I'm not that sure It's like, so weird, isn't it? Yea Yea Okay, onto the next one I used to tell myself it all would get better If I just changed myself and acted like a regular fella But I'm no common denominator, I'm no bottom dweller So what made me stand so far apart is now why I'm interstellar A vagabond around Venus One among Martians on Mars I'm a pariah like Pluto And I'm thanking my lucky stars I bless my roots with joyful tears that need no gravity to fall 'Cause my personas rest inside me like my heart's a nesting doll And together we walk Through the celestial dark With many fears, but now the future is the least of them all Um, I don't know what it is I'm not that sure It's just so cool I'm not afraid that it's the end of an era Bookmarks in my autobiography are stacking up heavier So, I'm sending this letter So that I won't forget How this chapter concluded When the next one begins So much support within my orbit That I can't count my blessings I may be floating in the unknown But I don't need directions I've got a weight on my shoulders But outer space plays the jester So I can learn how to carry it When it's light as a feather Got astronomical responsibilities under my arms But I'm programmed with a mission And I'll land it with aplomb I've come to know the man I am, and recognize the face I'm just worried if the rockets can keep up with my pace when I wander I'm a modern marvel of art A work in progress that's honest to where my childhood started But I Wonder If I've always been following Where the stars had me charted or my own path that I'm carving I still wander Whether I'm a toddler or father I know I'm guided to respond to the beat of the same heart But I wonder What the future will author for Someone walking the boulevard of a Cosmic Wanderer And that's all the time we have today Yea So, I'll seeya later