Postcards From the Stars

I am greatly infatuated with the new pictures and data that are coming back from the James Webb Space Telescope.

You are too, aren't you?
(Chorus)
        AMaj7
Send me pictures of the planets.
        Dmadd9             AMaj7
Send me postcards from the stars.
         AMaj7
Shots of rocks and rills and granites
       Dmadd9        AMaj7
From a robot ship on Mars.
  Emadd9
I want to know most everything
      Dm6            AMaj7
About places I can’t be.
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I can’t touch the stars for anything,
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But my eyes can always see.

      AMaj7
I’m a prisoner of gravity,
      G/D
I’m a captive of my age.
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There are places that I long to be
     Dm6               E7
If I could escape this cage.
    AMaj7
But robot ships and telescopes
    Em7
Can go where I can’t fly,
     D6             Dm6
Send photos fanning fading hopes
       E7sus4        E7
Spread out before my eyes.

Mariner and Pioneer
Sent shots to tantalize.
Voyager on its grand tour
Would let me fantasize.
A telescope that couldn’t see
With a mirror that was flawed
Got corrective lenses just like me
And Hubble left us awed.

(Bridge)
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We’re sending robots out to roam
      AMaj7
Round planets that are far from home,
D
Sending pictures back to me
   AMaj7
Of places I can never be.
        G/D               E7
And the stars are shining bright
     G/D            E7
As I stare into the dark of night.


I’m a prisoner of gravity
With an eye turned out toward space
And pictures coming home to me
From almost every place.
The light from the first galaxies
And the grooves in Saturn’s rings.
Images to set me free
On imaginary wings.

        AMaj7
Send me pictures of the planets.
        Dmadd9             AMaj7
Send me postcards from the stars.