The Captain:
Each and every time I’d found my way—mistaken, misdirected—off course and led astray
(It hides remote—it slowly slips away)
Repeating, endless white world. Sterility displayed
Over and over on replay—the coda far away
Preparing a transmission—a signal sent in vain
Misread the signs—a warning or way out of this place?
Can altering time lead me to what I desire?
I’m crying out—falling backwards through space-time!
I’ll send out a Signal! (It’s heard throughout space)
The message is simple… My Arecibo!

The Formulator:
“Where is he? I can no longer hear…
Where is he? The Signal’s left me!”

The Captain:
Into the fray—into the endless white!
Have I stumbled further from what I’m seeking?
A signal was all that I’d need, or so I thought when I still believed in
The purpose that was guiding me
I’ll travel far and wide—endlessly through the white!
Sending Signals. Through space-time they’ll hear my cry—my Arecibo!
Drifting off into space—gotta say—feeling fine
It’s getting cold, but I know that one day I will find a better life
A better way, another chance, another time! I know that I’ll find…
I’ll send a Signal through space-time. The universe will hear my cry!
Spacelog.0245:
“It’s been a while—it’s been a time—it’s been a God damn ride
Wanting and waiting, for so long I’ve been praying for the day that I’d find what I seek
It escaped me. This can’t be the end. No, I won’t let it be!
The Signal I heard is just the first of many!
Listen to me. Hear what I have to say, intently
Someone, please listen to me!
I’m signing off… Goodbye…”