Satellites

Did you see me the other night?

Did I catch your eye, your attention

sliding by on a cloudless night?

Spying down and spinning around

To the naked eye I'm far from a sight to see

Drawing lines on both hemispheres and the stars outshine me

Always analyzing

Sending out our findings

It occurs to me...

We are all satellites with golden wings inhaling the light

Pushed to meet criteria in the long run

Don't you think that I've had my share

That the burden I bear compares to what I receive

If you label me obsolete I'll remain here among, and as a part galactic debris

We are all satellites with golden wings inhaling the light

Pushed to meet criteria in the long run

We are all satellites with golden wings inhaling the light

Hope to meet criteria in the longer run

Have I outstayed my welcome here?

But I may linger a little longer, hang around for no particular purpose or reason

Before you burn me in your atmosphere (crash me into your sea.)

push me out of your orbit...

...know that I will always remember

Know that I won't consider surrender