Gone to Earth - The 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, 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, away, away, away, away, away