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,
She sings, "wake up!"
In the process of clearing cobwebs, I crossed a mighty line. I, map-maker, space-time shaker. We laugh and we sing again...
We sing, "Wake up!"
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, shoot straight, dip fast, be safe...