by Dean Friedman
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Looking down on the earth's crust, watching the last sunset.
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Just a sprinkling of stardust, orange and violet.
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And to the east in the autumn sky, blinking on and off like a firefly,
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sailing south in silence like a supersonic spyˇ¦
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Wishing on a satellite. Wishing on a satellite.
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I Wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
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Heavenly bodies hurtling through space.
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Orbiting oddities guarding the human race.
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Silver sentries of the stratosphere, trying to keep the peace on the new frontier.
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Pray for their success or we'll all disappear.
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Wishing on a satellite. Wishing on a satellite.
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I Wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
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Platinum prophets circling the earth,
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and the light bouncing off it announces a savior's birth.
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Now's the time for a moratorium, 'cause who can say for sure if the messiah will ever come,
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and we could be bathed in darkness for the next millennium.
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Wishing on a satellite. Wishing on a satellite.
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I Wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
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Wishing on a Satellite
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| Dean Friedman |
