[ TT ] As a child your father left on a space voyage , never to return or be heard from again . Now , twenty years later you 've decided to search for him .

Empty world, 
 
 Hotshot bum. 
 
 Stayed a night 
 
 To bed mum. 
 
 
 
 Watchin ’ the stars, 
 
 He doesn ’ t come. 
 
 Twenty years, gone 
 
 I leave this slum. 
 
 
 
 This world beyond home 
 
 Where did it come from? 
 
 I see it all, I 
 
 Beat the spatial drum. 
 
 
 
 A thousand thousand worlds 
 
 Full of life, love becomes 
 
 A thought I never had 
 
 From home, in life ’ s humdrum. 
 
 
 
 This is my calling, my drive. 
 
 Lost, ignoring the outcome 
 
 In the great beyond, here, mine, 
 
 I ’ ve got it all under thumb. 
 
 
 
 I meet her then, living my way, 
 
 A bright flare, my love overcome, 
 
 We live and love and settle down. 
 
 But the stars call, a pulsing thrum. 
 
 
 
 Torn, I choose the long road, empty, lone. 
 
 Stars pass, throttling through, never glum. 
 
 Flying through the moons and suns, I know 
 
 That this is my life, my peach, my plum. 
 
 
 
 It ’ s better I ’ m gone, my son raised alone 
 
 Not knowing this life, never feelin ’ the numb.
