When I woke up, I was toes-up, drifting along
Lost my hard-drives, Earth was outside, I heard somebody call
It's my Red One, my Flower Tongue. She sings to me again
In the process of clearing cobwebs, I crossed a mighty line
I, map-maker, space-time shaker. We laugh and we sing again...
Our ship is miles wide, shaped from your designs
Everyone is all here and we are nearing the cloud
We've been waiting so long, we're glad to have you with us now
So go up to the deck, put a finger to your lips
And in the Quiet of Space, we will all stop and listen...
Tell us to hold tight
And tell us to