| 3/4 |
| Intro | F |
| Am |
| Bb |
| Dm |
| Verse 2a | F | | | | | | Father is waiting for sister and me |
| Am | | | | | | Thousands of miles away, over the sea and we're |
| Bb | | | | | | Flying as fast as the Boeing'll carry us |
| Dm | | | | | | One... last... time... |
| Verse 2b | F | | | | | | Thinking of stories he told from the war |
| Am | | | | | | Terrible jokes that he made us endure |
| Eb | | | | | | Daylight is ending, the plane is descending |
| Dm | | Bb | | | | Just... in... time... | | | ... as the |
| Verse 2c | Bb | | Dm | | | | clouds part around us, a dazz-l-ing city |
| Bb | | Dm | | | A | ppears like a jewel in the night... |
| Bb | | F | | | And I | look at our home and its lights all a - glow'n and I |
| Bb | | Dm | Bb | | | Can't help but wonder at | | all.. | those... |
| Chorus A | F | | | | | | End... | less... | lights, | burning with |
| Bb | | | | | | Un... | told... | sto-ries, | each of them |
| Dm | | | | | | One... | more... | reason to | wonder |
| Bb | | | | | Is | anyone | out there, | anyone | out there? |
| Chorus B | F | | | | | | End... | less... | night | cradling |
| Bb | | | | | | Count... | less... | voices, | reaching |
| Dm | | | | | A | cross.. | the | vast-ness... |
| Bb | | C | | | With | beau-ti-ful | stories, | lasting as | long as they |
| F | | | | | | can... |
| Bb | | C | | | | Beau-ti-ful | stories, | lasting as | long as they |
| F | | | | | | can... |
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| Verse 3a | F | | | | | | Grandma's been waiting for clues in the dark, and I'm |
| Am | | | | | | Journeying | millions of | miles to take part. |
| Bb | | | | | And | finally | I see her | glint in the | viewing port, |
| Dm | | | | | | Right... | on... | time... |
| Verse 3b | F | | | | | | Weightless em | brace as the | airlock re- | seals, |
| Am | | | | | | Space station | turning and | slowly re- | veals: |
| Eb | | | | | | Rows upon | rows of her | telescopes | listening |
| Dm | | Bb | | | | Deep... | through... | time... | C F |
| Verse 3c | Bb | | | | | And | maybe there's | some kind of | somebody | o-ut there |
| Dm | | | | | | Listening | in on our | radio | calls |
| Bb | | | | | Or | maybe there's | not there's just one pale blue dot to give |
| Dm | | | | | | Meaning and | beauty and | worth to it | all. |
| Bb | | | | | But | holding her | hand in that | moment I | wonder, |
| C | | Am | Bb | | | Can't help but wonder at all | wonder at | all... | those... |
| Chorus | F | | | | | | End... | less... | lights, | burning with |
| Bb | | | | | | Un... | told... | sto-ries, | each of them |
| Dm | | | | | | One... | more... | reason to | wonder |
| Bb | | | | | Is | anyone | out there... | anyone | out there? |
| F | | | | | | End... | less... | night | cradling |
| Bb | | | | | | Count... | less... | voices, | reaching |
| Dm | | | | | A | cross... | the | vast-ness... |
| Bb | | C | | | With | beau-ti-ful | stories, | lasting as | long as they |
| Outtro | Dm | | | | | | can... |
| Bb | | | | | | beau-ti-ful | stories, | lasting as long as they |
| Dm | | | | | | can... |
| Bb | | C | | | | beau-ti-ful | stories, | lasting as long as they | long as they |
| F | | | | | | can |