And I know that's not the case
But we're not going below
And we're not going away
Just staying, staying, stationary
Floating in frustration, very
Uncomfortable in our comfort

The atmosphere flails and fails
Amidst the endless miles
Between us, beckoning
Reckoning we could meet halfway

When foreign ship meets foreign land
The four in ship meet foreign land
Meeting from afar, hatch kept sealed
Unappealed
A metal shield
Against cold and warmth, alike

Can't we visit? Can't we go?
No suits to aid us where we float
Hate to overshoot or undermine
Hate to slip and hate to swirl
Missing the broad side of a world
Overshot and undermined
Missing meetings
Hurting feelings
Working feelings

Let me visit, please I must
It's where I need to be
Even Captains need to be commanded
And I think I see my commander
Below