Passengers

[Instrumental] [Verse] where all in a wasteland, of twenty-ninety-three. Our ships have no man, just computation screens. [Verse 2] In search for our fathers, through endless time and space, We long for our mothers, and a mesmerizing place. [Chorus] Whoa, oh, oh, oh, Passengers of the Night. Whoa, oh, oh, oh, Passengers of the sky. Whoa, oh, oh, oh, Passengers of the sky. (Passengers for all time) [Verse 3] so this is the future, or so they tell me so. Our batteries so low, and the vacuum's growing cold. [Verse 4] We hope for our fathers, through all this empty space, We pray for our mothers, and just a tiny happy place. Whoa, oh, oh, oh, Passengers of the sky. [melodic interlude]