Will I ever be the person they see in me? I'm not there yet, haven't even left yet. I'm drawing pictures of outer space While they're swimming in the Milky Way, Three miles from me, light-years away, hey, hey. I do my best to keep it all in frame. Wipe those tears from off my lifelike face. But I don't have it in me today. Could I ever do what all the other humans do? Like introduce myself or think of someone else? Am I just a photograph buried underneath a growing stack? Three miles high. There's a better life. I do my best to keep it all in frame. Wipe those tears from off my lifelike face. But I don't have it in me today. I do my best to keep it all in frame. Wipe those tears from off my lifelike face. But I don't have it in me today. Yeah.