The only map we had is a photograph
Space far away is where we pointed craft.
We built an array to get there fast
And took a wrong turn right off the bat.

Lost already, no answers why
we wound up in the wrong patch of sky.
Fear might be expected, I defy
I don't think I've ever felt this alive.

Space ain't a place to expect perfection.
Unexpected is my best direction.
Once the systems all pass inspection
I'm itching to explore another star section.

Bring on the surprise, welcome in the glitches.
Let the ghosts in the system posses a couple switches.
We're lighting up the dark, and I'm getting suspicious
that our place in the stars is out here where the Fritz is.