Space.
Growing so lean.
The land is infertile.
And the air is so unclean.
We’re searching for the new frontier.

Room.
Closing its doors.
The kids are grown up.
But the toys
still on the floor.
Man
searching for the exit plan.

To make our riches or to praise our gods.
We’ll pack our belongings and we’ll jump into our
pods set course for the nearest star.

Space.
Weightless in flight.
We’ll reach a new island or we’ll starve in
the endless night.
How far will we run tonight?

Pioneers
where we trace
and descend our ways
Pioneers
where we take
all our taking ways
Pioneer
stake your claim
plant a seed and wait

Land.
Giving us crops.
Our children’s children had children
and they didn’t stop.
New natives to the native land.

Man.
Arrogant.
Smug.
We drink from the river
but we overfill our mugs.
Drink quickly while the drinking’s good.

War.
Destroying our Homes.
Some stayed put while some others
 said "Let’s go to escape this tragedy!"
Escape our tragedy.