Blue Moon Offering (Outro)

When you look up at the stars, do you think of me? Moonlight shining down on our history I gave you the torch to hold You made sure that it went cold But that was the me of old Now I'm here and I'm riding this UFO Yeah, yeah, oh, oh Just give me time to breathe (Give me time to) Just give me time to be (Give me time to) Give me lots of weed Just give me time to breathe) Puff, puff, pass that shit Just give me time, no Give me my time back Give me my time back Give me my time back Just give me my time When you look up at the stars, do you think of me? Do you think of me when you look up at the stars? Is your soul alive? Do you think of me? Do you? Smoking on them trees like I'm Carl Sagan Smoking on them trees like I'm Carl Sagan Always looking up like I'm Carl Sagan Always looking up like I'm Carl Sagan Do you think of me when you look at the stars? Do you think of me when you look in your heart? Poke and prod till it's Jenga Hope to god that we win this Overall I'll just pen this Onto my shoulders like Atlas I'm planning the standard of having to lift this Planet, asking forgiveness Guess you got to know that I'm on a roll It's rock and roll like we on a boat In a thunderstorm, so far from home And god only knows when it clears We'll find the coast through the tears And I know that we will, yeah Everything gonna be okay, yeah Everything gonna be okay, yeah Everything gonna be okay And I know it will Nothing's gonna ruin my high Nothing's gonna ruin my high Bury me in the booth when I die See that open road I do If I keep my eyes shut then I won't see a reason And I won't see the stars no more but that's fine, I'm hopeless and breathing That winter air, and it's chilly yeah, and I didn't care That my lungs'll freeze, cause I was hungry For something to get me through, I get in the booth And I spit the truth when I think it through And my ink is used, and my mental's screwed But I'm still in tune But I'm max capacity, filling shoes Kind of funny that they thirteen's But the worst thing about Apollo missions is that they hurt me Just trying to, trying to feel the wonder Dance in the rain, not fear the thunder When I take off the mask, do I peel it upwards? Unsure of the protocol, like overall Just a little bit confused what the quotas are I'm not a know-it-all, need an overhaul The chances of me seeing utopia are Bonaparte, like Oh my god, like soda pop Can't shake the feeling I'm gonna blow, yo Just gimme a shot like Cortisol I wanna believe in me I wanna believe in me I need them to see I need them to see, who I am Type of guy to see the stars tonight I could find something like a sharper knife And cut right to the quick of the situation Is the patience I need just beyond my reach? Indescribable feeling, failing goals I'm almost three-oh, should I change my course? See the finish if I book it, but diminishing returns Got me out of my mind, sure, feeling kind of burnt Like I flew too close to the sun, I'm gone Who knew hope could be spun, right off Of a perfect grasp This is self-doubt battling, words attack I'm sure to last as long as my stamina has Gas in the tank, but I'm emptying fast I hope this'll past like depression of past Last breath, expressionless gasp I wanna believe in me I wanna believe in me I need them to see I need them to see, who I am I've was broken before Now I feel fine, alive, and dandy I feel a life, a love, and joy And I feel fine I told you I would be in time You know why? Because I let go Of everything that's grabbing me and dragging me down And I hope that one day Look back on this time and laugh Cause everything is okay