Retrograde

I am a retrograde, who never says goodbye To my old greener grass, to my bluer sky I live within the past, still the time goes fast Each day’s a circle line train, each round’s the last The news I watch today I’ve seen times before The music I prefer must be the one I know I wouldn’t ask myself, is that the way I choose Or it’s a game I play without a lame excuse One day this train will stop, and I will fly Over the trees and houses, like a kite, so high Over the land I’ll fly, and the seas at night Just like any moth I’ll go, straight into the light.