Drifting down the spaceway
By the betelgeuse hotel
Mapping out constellations
Of the place I know so well
Sifting through the system
For the piece that knows my name
Endlessly I listen, in the master game
 [bad word] 
 [bad word] to my world
 [bad word] to my world)
 [bad word] to my only world
 [bad word] to my only world)
It is full of space junk
But your words [bad word] through
Im riding on the space junk
And its bringing me to you
Bringing me to you
Through the tenth dimension
To the certainties beyond
Dreamily inattention, and the sub-atomic bomb
Machine that spins within me
And the spirit that drives me on
Searching for an answer
 [bad word] to my world
 [bad word] to my world)
 [bad word] to my only world
 [bad word] to my only world)
It is full of space junk
But your words [bad word] throughIm riding on the space junk
And its bringing me to you
Sitting on the space junk
What I am to do
Riding on the space junk
And its bringing me to you
My head is full of space junk
But your words [bad word] through
Riding on the space junk
And its bringing me to you
Its bringing me to you (repeat)