I lived a long rutted road Where the nighttime fell like a heavy load And the firmament was fixed and still Above the dark of Bunker Hill I love the twinkling of the lights I'm watching for a satellite The shooting stars fall way too fast They burn so bright, and they never last And the planets pass as slow as death Across the sky from East to West I love the twinkling of the lights I'm watching for a satellite No movement in that field of stars Set in time and distance far And from horizon's edge, a light A spark of man in lonely flight Alone among the heavenly host With a metal heart, directed ghost And all the glory all around Eyes firmly fixed upon the ground I recognise that lonely light Reflected from a satellite