This is basically the last two verses of Endless Light. I split it just so that it would stop fighting with Brighter than Today for the Dawn slot, of which there is really only one.
The instrumental opening gives us a chance to pull the first half into our minds. We can use the motif we established there, as well as repeating the ending melody. Between those, (which are available on one page) we should be able to pick up where we left off pretty smoothly.
Father is waiting for sister and me
Thousands of miles away, over the sea and we're
Flying as fast as the Boeing'll carry us
One... last... time...
Thinking of stories he told from the war
Terrible jokes that he made us endure
Daylight is ending, the plane is descending
Just... in... time... ... as the
clouds part around us, a dazz-l-ing city
A ppears like a jewel in the night...
And I look at our home and its lights all a - glow'n and I
Can't help but wonder at all.. those...
End... less... lights, burning with
Un... told... sto-ries, each of them
One... more... reason to wonder
Is anyone out there, anyone out there?
End... less... night cradling
Count... less... voices, reaching
A cross.. the vast-ness...
With beau-ti-ful stories, lasting as long as they
can...
Beau-ti-ful stories, lasting as long as they
can...
Grandma's been waiting for clues in the dark, and I'm
Journeying millions of miles to take part.
And finally I see her glint in the viewing port,
Right... on... time...
Weightless em brace as the airlock re- seals,
Space station turning and slowly re- veals:
Rows upon rows of her telescopes listening
Deep... through... time... C F
And maybe there's some kind of somebody o-ut there
Listening in on our radio calls
Or maybe there's not there's just one pale blue dot to give
Meaning and beauty and worth to it all.
But holding her hand in that moment I wonder,
Can't help but wonder at all wonder at all... those...
End... less... lights, burning with
Un... told... sto-ries, each of them
One... more... reason to wonder
Is anyone out there... anyone out there?
End... less... night cradling
Count... less... voices, reaching
A cross... the vast-ness...
With beau-ti-ful stories, lasting as long as they
can...
beau-ti-ful stories, lasting as long as they
can...
beau-ti-ful stories, lasting as long as they long as they
can
