Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase
The last glimpse [bad word] and the ticking clock face
I swear those hands move faster every day 
I'm more confused than ever but I don't beg or pray 'cause the 
Sparkling light from the morning sun 
Is all we should need to feel warm. 

I reach the station with just minutes to spare, 
I glance at my watch time's going faster these days I swear, 
Eyes focus up now to the train time table board 
There's only two platforms to be explored, 
And it's then that I admit it to my self, 

That I am lost so lost 
But your the constellations 
That guide me

There's a train at 12, destination disaster.  [bad word] on time as [bad word] faster 
On platform two it's destination sustainability 
It's delayed though it was suppose to arrive at 11:50. 
Platform one it says stand behind the yellow line 
But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time.

My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence 
I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance 
As the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station, 
I don't board it cause I decide that it's the wrong destination, 
But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen 

And I'm lost so lost 
Where are the constellations 
That guide me? 

And then I realize that 
We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks, 
And we have to spread out and we have to watch each others backs, 
When forgiveness is our torch and imagination our sword 
Well I'll tie the ropes of hate and slash open the minds of the bored 
And we'll start a world so equal and free
Every inch of this earth is yours all the land and all the sea
Imagine no restrictions but the climate and the weather
Then we can explore space together
Forever

And I'm lost so lost 
Where are the constellations

And I'm lost so lost 
You are the constellation X5