Will I be there on the rocket when you fly back home? Because we all know you're not one of us and your people love to roam. Will I be there as you soar away gripping the wheel with fright? Because I know that you fly recklessly it'll turn your knuckles white. Will I be there in your memories when you lie in bed in slumber? As your view extends skyward Counting stars number by number? Will I be there when you land all the way back home from Earth? Because I want you to remember me and remember what you're worth. You may be an outsider, an alien, one would say That doesn't mean I don't want to be with you each and every day.