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I've given upOn waiting for the funding and congressional oversightI've given upOn hoping for the groundswell of interest from the left and the rightI've given upOn impassioned presentations to those cuddling with their anchors at nightI've given upOn waiting for permission, it's time for some DIYWhether or not you're readyI'm saying it's Tau CetiOr bustI'm coming upWith diagrams and blueprints and doing lots of math on the flyI'm coming upWith vast legions of dreamers who can see more than lights in the skyI'm coming upWith excused for my family, I can't even hear my own baby cryI'm coming upWith elegant schematics that I have to finish before I dieWe'd be there now but first weBuild a dish the size of JerseyOn our Bussard collectorSongtexteFeeding off the interstellar dustIn a cosmic connectorSome say we should, but I tell you we mustWhat else are we here for?It's pioneers will live for aeonsAnd comprehend what biological peonsCan never dreamThe fermament will be their playgroundAnd when time and space run agroundThey'll hear the screamOn their Bussard connectorStaring down Orion, man to manOn their cosmic connectorReaching the point where it all beganI think a lotAbout the implications of what it is we're trying to doI think a lotOf how we'll feel when we find everything we know to be isn't trueI think a lotAnd I guess all of this thinking's made me something of a stranger to youBut think of thisWhen we're pushing past red limits, you'll be with when we finally break throughAnd on the side will be drawnA great dodecahedronOn our Bussard collectorCosmic connectorBussard collectorSoaring close to the speed of lightIn our cosmic connectorFinding the edge of the endless nightCosmic connectorWhat else are we here for? Aus Songtexte Mania