(Willcox Bogen) We leave the approach, The runway's no longer close Journey into discovery, Exiled into night flight. We're on our way to mysterious worlds. Moonlit horizons from a hazy moon, Starlight sprinkled on blue lagoons We're castaways, on our way To mysterious worlds. Today! Candy-floss and new messiahs, A cosmic pill with painless fire, Penny arcades and daisy chains, Rock Facades and quiz games The weather was fine, We're castaways; on our way To mysterious worlds. We left a dying world behind, Slowly eaten by the mists of time. The weather's good; take-off was fine. Now we're castaways, On our way to mysterious worlds. There's no turning back, no change of course, Don't even think we should, we wouldn't if we could. Luck's on our side, the weather's good, take-off was fine Now we're castaways, On our way to mysterious worlds. Today! Luck's on our side, We throw our cares into the sky, It's you and I, it's you and I... Another planet, another time, We disappear into the night... We left the dying world behind, Slowly eaten by the mists of time. Now it's and you and I, It's you and I... We leave the approach, The runway's no longer close. We're on our way We're pioneers. Disappear, disappear...