The cries of space
Are ringing through our ears.
The chilling sounds he hears
Fill up an empty place.
On a long and lonesome route,
He wanders for an absolute.
Stirring dust of rocks and stones
Brought along by a force unknown.
He is standing on the brim of our world,
Through the pillars of our realm.
He is a voyager
Of flesh and bone.
He is a voyager
Of flesh and bone.
Will anyone believe he's real?
Will there be anyone to welcome him?
On a long and lonesome route,
He trails the shadow of the stars.
Bearing signatures of man,
Ulaltered by time or trial.
He is standing on the brim of our world,
Through the pillars of our realm.
He is a voyager
Of flesh and bone.
He is a voyager
Of flesh and bone.
