John Coker - We're Coming Lyrics

We're coming
Ship glides the night, gonna win in the race
We're coming
No alien armada, just a spaceship of smallish size
No real prize, except
We've got a trick up our sleeve
Whole lot of you
To make-believe

A canvas
Come not to make war, but to make you a space
A canvas
A beautiful object, just a place
An event of some meaning, to us
To make Art and to spread
Our cultured practice
To make some bread

A harvest
Golden peak, gonna reek with the fame
A harvest
Gonna expand your planet's matter
Gotta find the matter-of-fact delivery
Only to see what they will
And I wrote
Not that I'm one to gloat