Beautiful World

What if all the constellations were railway stations
I’d buy us a ticket to the Northern Star
And once we got up there we’d look down at the people
Looking up with their telescopes to where we are
And we’d say
Oh what a beautiful world we live in
What a beautiful world we’ve been given
What a beautiful, beautiful world
Then the conductor would say «Next stop Orion»
We’d wave out the window at the moon way below
Step onto the platform and we’d hand them our passports
Collect all our luggage and we’d say «Hello»
But a postcard from the giftshop and we’d mail it home
Oh what a beautiful world we live in
What a beautiful world we’ve been given
What a beautiful, beautiful world
Oh what a beautiful world we live
What a beautiful world we’ve been given
What a beautiful, beautiful world