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