American Analog Set Gone To Earth
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...
