Cassiopeia Coming Through

I’m the kind of tired that sleep won’t cure
The kind of wired can’t come down
I’ve got a hankering for something more
Been feeling so earthbound
I watched a foreign ball of fire
And I thought of you
Picked up this piece of wood and wire
Trying to find something new
Across the wide familiar river
Cassiopeia coming
Cassiopeia coming
Cassiopeia coming through
Up here, seventeen stories high
I say a prayer
Sent it out into the murmuring sky
To the lady in the chair
In this, the hour of thieves
In this faltering light
I need you to rescue m
Take me out tonight
Across…