Libtery Bell — The Gathering

No brainwaves or activity while the craft is in the air It's getting dark, it's getting light we are sitting in a chair

We have fastened every belt we cannot float out of our seats It's so enormously frightening When our tail reaches superheat

Another timezone a change of season it is turning dark again We're getting ready for yet another orbit around our planet

It is time for the galactic cruise To come to an end One last view on the world and the time we have spend