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