Gone To Earth

American Analog Set

Worlds on end

Seen through

A rocket window screen

Millions left to roam

Engines burn

Beautiful and bright

Always bring me home



If galaxies

Are places you've

Never been too far

Suns will fade

Both blind and lead the way

Home where you are



Away away

Away away



The receiver

In my rocket ship

Always stays in tune

To the right waveband

In galaxies unknown

Further suns in bloom



Away away...