They've counted countless constellations
Piles of planets, stacks of stars
But out of all these big formations
There's only one that breaks your heart
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Poring over drawings maps and charts
Do you know where to start
There have been scores of overseers
But they could only see your worst
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Who is this current urban servant
You've thought it over, perhaps you think too much
You can tailor all you touch
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Who is this current urban servant
You are a space age page
Hey, space age page
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They've counted countless constellations
Piles of planets, stacks of stars
But out of all these big formations
There's only one that breaks your heart
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Poring over drawings maps and charts
Do you know where to start
There have been scores of overseers
But they could only see your worst
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Who is this current urban servant
You've thought it over, perhaps you think too much
You can tailor all you touch
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Who is this current urban servant
You are a space age page
Hey, space age page
Piles of planets, stacks of stars
But out of all these big formations
There's only one that breaks your heart
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Poring over drawings maps and charts
Do you know where to start
There have been scores of overseers
But they could only see your worst
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Who is this current urban servant
You've thought it over, perhaps you think too much
You can tailor all you touch
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Who is this current urban servant
You are a space age page
Hey, space age page
Writer: Rogier Voorvelt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid