"We're So Close To Home..." lyrics
(Grounded Song)
In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
Well since I woke up, things have become a little different
Look close up, feel so blooming, insignificant
I never really sat and took a minute just to think
How minuscule I feel amid this funny world I'm stuck within
I'm merely miniature, diminutive and Lilliputian
No idea or hint or clue what's written for me in my future
Look what I've been reduced to, still unsure if I would stop it
Even if I could choose to, I've got used to being microscopic
Whether right or not, it might be what I'm choosing to do
Nature may be brutal, true, but it's beautiful too
It's up to you to decide just what you do with your life
Might not be human in size but you are human inside
You view the dandelions hanging high, blanketed in languid light
No language quite can describe such an astounding sight
At every size imaginable you're still bound to find
Countless grand designs of magnitude right down from ground to sky
In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
No entomologist has known intimate knowledge like this
I've been to forests that could fit entirely into your fist
Spent time with tiny, tiny communities
That are far more organized, cohesive, and complete than human beings
Beneath your boots, unseen groups are busy doing things
Teeming teams of teeny troops you'd really refuse to believe
Moving through the leaves, subtle, slow, under your nose
The wonderful hustle and bustle rustling the undergrowth
To find it feels like shovel uncovered, sunken bone
Or realizing we're no more than grubs to hungry crows
Water is short, there surely won't be sudden abundant flows
Only dew drops in thunderous blows that come to flood your comfort zone
You've never understood or known of real hunger
Till you discover a mushroom and chew it, not sure if it'll kill you
Once you've consumed all your food, what do you think you're gonna do?
Nature may be beautiful, true, but it's brutal, too
In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
Plump dew drops cling to the tall grass
Might as well be tree tops, seems so vast
Sun breathes through the leaves, inks shadows in the dust
That'll swell and bring the dusk in, shelter is a must
Because travelling is tough with the moon as your guide
Dappled, ashen, I'll entrust it to you to decide
Whether you run and hide or fight through the night
Might not be human in size but you're human inside
Summer's holding on tight, surely won't last long
When it's coming like pride, it'll forecast fall
It's just more tall grass, it'll all pass, sure
But'll be back and reborn, I mean that: a new dawn
In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
Well since I woke up, things have become a little different
Look close up, feel so blooming, insignificant
I never really sat and took a minute just to think
How minuscule I feel amid this funny world I'm stuck within
I'm merely miniature, diminutive and Lilliputian
No idea or hint or clue what's written for me in my future
Look what I've been reduced to, still unsure if I would stop it
Even if I could choose to, I've got used to being microscopic
Whether right or not, it might be what I'm choosing to do
Nature may be brutal, true, but it's beautiful too
It's up to you to decide just what you do with your life
Might not be human in size but you are human inside
You view the dandelions hanging high, blanketed in languid light
No language quite can describe such an astounding sight
At every size imaginable you're still bound to find
Countless grand designs of magnitude right down from ground to sky
In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
No entomologist has known intimate knowledge like this
I've been to forests that could fit entirely into your fist
Spent time with tiny, tiny communities
That are far more organized, cohesive, and complete than human beings
Beneath your boots, unseen groups are busy doing things
Teeming teams of teeny troops you'd really refuse to believe
Moving through the leaves, subtle, slow, under your nose
The wonderful hustle and bustle rustling the undergrowth
To find it feels like shovel uncovered, sunken bone
Or realizing we're no more than grubs to hungry crows
Water is short, there surely won't be sudden abundant flows
Only dew drops in thunderous blows that come to flood your comfort zone
You've never understood or known of real hunger
Till you discover a mushroom and chew it, not sure if it'll kill you
Once you've consumed all your food, what do you think you're gonna do?
Nature may be beautiful, true, but it's brutal, too
In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
Plump dew drops cling to the tall grass
Might as well be tree tops, seems so vast
Sun breathes through the leaves, inks shadows in the dust
That'll swell and bring the dusk in, shelter is a must
Because travelling is tough with the moon as your guide
Dappled, ashen, I'll entrust it to you to decide
Whether you run and hide or fight through the night
Might not be human in size but you're human inside
Summer's holding on tight, surely won't last long
When it's coming like pride, it'll forecast fall
It's just more tall grass, it'll all pass, sure
But'll be back and reborn, I mean that: a new dawn
In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big then we won't go home
Writer(s): Dan Bull
