Gone To Earth

The American Analog Set

Compositor: 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

The receiver
In my rocket ship
Always stays in tune
To the right waveband
In galaxies unknown
Further suns in bloom

Away away...