( - Brock - )
Two years ago our nova-drive failed and we drifted in space
But now it's repaired our motors run to continue the race
Three of our crew who were with us then didn't survive
Their life supports could not take the strain and so they died
And so we search until we find the answers that we left
behind, and we go from star to star to find the dream
We will pursue the race that made us outlaws of this
space, and led us to become the seed of life, PXR5, PXR5
Robots call, but we don't answer to their wail
Computers hum and bright lights flash to no avail
The course has been set for us in light years past |