I stand with my antenna trained
On the dark and deep
Waiting for the beep
Waiting
While fools succumb to sleep
‘Cause they do now
I am waiting
In a fading constellation
Through light years of emptiness
Won’t you speak to me
And I wait
And the stars shine on
I stand out on a frozen night
While the heavens creep
Waiting for the beep
Waiting
Your tabloid talk is cheap
Yes it is now
I am waiting
In a fading constellation
Through light years of emptiness
Won’t you let me know
And I wait
And the stars shine on
©2003
John Newlands