The fabric shifts its form, all folded up and worn
The traces of what was and what will be
The captain checks her dial, hesitates a while
Then shifts the gear to the realm of what might be
Now everyone she ever met is waiting at her home
The second in command, raises up a hand
Preparing for a jump to what has been
We crash land on an airless moon
In the dust and sand, we'll suffocate soon
The captain hears our number called
The second in command told a joke and stalled
The fabric rolls its dice again
And the navigator knows we've reached the end
There's no way home
There's no way home