Stuck inside a moment of quiet contemplation
Closer planet, pretty lights, and, oh, the things they sell
Should I be thinking about changing destinations?
Or keep quiet and make do with what I'm dealt
The decorations draw you in. Don't waste your time on the foundation
If the robots do the math, don't even bother learning that
This is the last unexpected voyage and I'm floating in the middle
This is the last unexpected voyage between two worlds
Will the new planet nurture what is planted?
Would I only do it cuz I could?
Sooner or later would it be taken for granted?
Did I even stop to think if we should?