Mich Sampson: Listen

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Winner: Best Serious Song (British Filk Award (SAM) 2005)

I remember, as a child
Looking out my window and seeing how the trees made funny shapes against the stars,
And wond'ring what they felt as they brushed their branches against the moon, and struggled in the breeze.
It's not so different now
At my desk, Monday morning, close my eyes –
Remember how I felt, one cold spring night,
When I gazed up into the sky, and thought that there might be...

Be G-d,
Be aliens,
Be a world of dreams
Be my own imagination? –
I didn't care
I thought there was something there
Just beyond the moon
Just beyond my hands…
Maybe.

It's hard to believe,
when you're dealing with the little things and all of life's mundanities.
I take the time to hope
Read history and fairytales, read the scientific news -
For just beyond the moon
Just beyond my hand
Maybe there's something that I don't understand…?

Be G-d,
Be aliens,
Be a world of stories
Be my own imagination? –
I don't care
Please let there be something there
Just beyond the moon
Just beyond my hand…
Maybe.

Some people think we're strange
That we've got our heads above our clouds and never fall to earth.
But that's how we keep sane!
If we can hold on to our faith or hope that there is something more.
For just beyond the moon
Just beyond our hands
Maybe there's something that we don't understand!

Be G-d,
Be aliens,
Be a world of spirit
Be our own imaginations? –
Let them stare!
We pray there is something there
Just beyond the moon
Just beyond our hands…
Maybe.

Just beyond the moon
Just beyond our hands...
Maybe…