Lathe of Heaven - The Last Song Lyrics

Drifting in space, tiny traveller
Backpacking pictures and sounds
Heading bravely away from a star
It wasn't so far
Though it might have left
A 10th of the galaxy's turn ago
We sped to the place that it showed

Down past the comet cloud
The outer giants
Some gilded with rings of dust
We thought this was the place
So onward we raced
A circle of stones
Then to a barren red world of crumbling robots
Biding their time and watching their home

And so to this blue world
Everywhere violent with life on the land
In the oceans and skies

Where then we asked, were the makers?
Where were they and their works?
We could see nothing from space

But surely this was the place?
So then when we looked underground
(And) carefully checking, we found
Traces of rust all around