Come on by to Chase's planetarium,
Where the space and stars dance inside the atrium.
Combine both to have an unique equilibrium.
So sit still while your mind builds up and begins to run.
A galactic waltz,
That changes stagnate characters with static watts.
Where space and time both combine to break your magic watch.
Where tempo still exists as you sit and listen to it.
The stars' twinkle metronome; I call it galactic music.
Where Polaris puts on a show that's always on the road.
Where a planetarium can be made out of a simple home;
The stars' abode.
Blue charcoal with a load of white chalk dust,
Two men standing on the Earth's crust cusp.
Where a telescope isn't needed to cope for star size.
Where darkness compensates for the lack of a bright sky.
The players have the same show, just different connections.
Same characters, different plot, same new constellations.
It's my vacations,
Every night to escape life.
Just hop on over the Chase's planetarium,
You'll see that I'm right.
