Cassiopeia Coming Through - Karen Matheson

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…