Faraway
Christopher John Stracey, Jack Glass
Rising with the morning sun
Waking up to greet the day
We're covered in a golden light
The colors wash away the grey
Something comin' through the air
Racing to a place unknown
Like messages across the wire
Beaming from the telephone
Quickly brush away the dust
Hold your breath and wait and see
That something truly magical
Is happening to you and me
Don't you hear it call your name?
Crying out across the bay
Let's build a ship into a home
And set the course for faraway
