Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1970, 2020

When you've checked your baggage at the customs gate
And you've said goodbye to your old classmates
Then you'll board a starship at PassStile Eight
Whether first class passenger or second-rate
Into Space Travel Center you must relegate
Every seat to those who rejuvenate

Settle down within any seat that's free
For you'll find that it's hard in the gravity
To withstand all the forces of the Niobe
When she blasts into space for the nebulae
From the Space Travel Center in the galaxy
With her course computed in geometry

Look outside every porthole, for there you'll find
Spinning round: many thousands of miles behind
Planet Earth where inhabits the rest of Mankind
Where the robot sentries have been assigned
Protect Space Travel center from the clandestine
That we know have once tried to regain their mind