We lifted out of Antares Port, Flight-Date sixty-four point three,
In a salvaged ship we bought at auction and called the Destiny.
Her engines flared bright as any star.
Our engineer swore that she was sound,
And we'd make our fortunes in the mining camps
On the world where we were bound.
But it's a long way there, and it's a long way home.
I wonder when we'll make it. It's a long way home.
We landed out near Gilsharon Town, Flight-Date sixty-four point nine.
She set down like a feather on the desert sand;
We swore our luck was fine.
But a corporate ship beat our flight time there;
We lost the bid, and it went to them.
I don't know where we'll find another cargo now,
But we've got to try again.
But it's a long way there, and it's a long way home.
I wonder when we'll make it. It's a long way home.
We lifted out of that mining camp, Flight-Date sixty-four point ten,
With a cargo hold full of second-rate ore, to try our luck again.
Every man on board our ship was sure
Our luck would change, and we'd make good,
So we dreamed our dreams of a cargo sold
Where profit's promise stood.
But it's a long way there, and it's a long way home.
I wonder when we'll make it. It's a long way home.
We set down again on a Com-tech world,
Flight-Date sixty-five point two.
We sold our cargo there for a decent price,
Paid our fees and made our move.
The bid was good, and we cleared that port
With a cargo hold full of tech machines.
Once again we seek the peace of space
And dream a trader's dream.
But it's a long way there, and it's a long way home.
I wonder when we'll make it. It's a long way home.