Satellite Sky

Why do I lie awake at night and think back just as far as I can
To the sound of my father’s laughter outdoors
To the thought of Sputnik in free-flight?
Before I could fashion my poverty
Before I distrusted the night
I must’ve known something I must’ve known something
Those are the times that I long for tonight

Why, why, why, I say Why, Mama, Why?
Why can’t I sleep in peace tonight underneath the satellite sky?

It can’t be easy for my children
I’m hollow before my time
It looks like a desert down here to me
Where is the promise of youth for my child?
Where are the faraway kingdoms of dreams?
We’ve been to the moon and there’s trouble at home
They vanish in the mist with Saint Nicholas
And lie scattered in the ghettos and the war zones

Tell Me Why, Why, Why, I say Why, Mama, Why?
Why can’t I sleep in peace tonight underneath the satellite sky

I want to stand out in the middle of the street
I want to listen to the stars
I want to hear their sweet voices
I want to feel that big bang rattle my bones
I want to laugh for my children
I want the spark to ignite before they find out
just what it means to be born into these times

Why, Why, Why, I say Why, Mama, Why?
Why can’t I sleep in peace tonight underneath the satellite sky?

Mark Heard