Satellites

We've built the cities and the walls to mark the place where we exist
We've said that Sun sat down and rose and to this day we still persist
But how does it feel to see ourselves on another scale
Where all this greatness dies and where we don't prevail.

I don't think that we could last so long to leave a solid trace
From all of our hopes there isn't one that time could not erase
And everything moves along these rings as history unfolds
And we'll take our rest on solar winds that carry us home.

That's shifted to the outskirts, cast away from the spotlight
We've been holding on to this place like it's firm
But it's moving 'round in circles like a satellite.

We move in circles as ages pass like grains of sand in the ocean waves
Being a part of something so vast is to us nothing but a disgrace
So we grasp whatever hands can reach trying hard to show
That we are the masters of this tiny place that we call home.

As I reach out for tomorrow I feel today slips right though my fingers.