you hope the road you follow
Will lead you to the sea,
And you hope the time allows you,
But when the world is busy,
And the way is hard to see;
When the time you've got to wander;
It's slippin' by your side,
And the way you're tryin' to move
Into the fu ture makes you slide,
Into corners without exits.
Till you try to find a ride;
Now don't you know the world don't care,
Just what we're livin' through?
It's spinnin'; just keeps
Don't you know you've gotta
keep on fightin' through?
The last frontier is flying deep in side!
the last ship in the harbor;
And your papers are in order,
So you'd better get inside.
The broad horizon's ready,
And your world is open wide.
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