i am content to leave the work to machines, in this endless quest for intelligent beings.
we are engaged in a search for civilization throughout the universe, i would settle for some on earth.
that's why i'm the pilot, making our way; we have cameras that record what i'll never see.
that's why i'm the pilot, somewhere new everyday; on this futile search for life: trying not to let it get on top of me.
i haven't seen one sign, nor have the machines; and this useless sojourn is beyond believing.
we need to think somewhere in this desolation there's someone, there's not: but i didn't like to say.
that's why i'm a pilot, i guess that's how i'll stay; we have millions of miles: of nothing to see.
that's why i'm a pilot, taking my pay; in this futile search for life: having only dreams of gravity.