I am a non-critical system
Stuck on an overcritical rock
Lacking the skills, knowledge or training
To qualify as an astronaut
But could I be a passenger?
Stowaway or cargo?
Baggage?
In space no one can hear you cry
I smile and mouth the word goodbye
I'll seek out a colony
Whichever one will take me
Take me
Take me
To the stars
An object in motion stays in motion
An object at rest stays at rest
Sound waves can't travel in a vacuum
And nobody passes my empathy test
But I don't need an audience
Loneliness beats ignorance
Any day
In space no one can hear you cry
A satellite to resupply
I'll survey the galaxy
Hitchhiking from rover to rover
Take me to the stars
In space no one can hear you cry
Self-conscious of their naked eyes
If you join in my fantasy
I promise to accept you
Accept you
Accept you
