Wish You Were Here

The words tumbled in, Voyager 2 had to send
Outbound from Saturn in the darkness again
Said there's no data I can relay, I got nothing to send
There's nobody out here, so don't ask me again
It's empty as a warehouse, it's dark as a tomb
It's blank as people's faces when you walk into a room
Where are the pulp novel peopleoids we always assumed?
We point out our folly and it's imminent doom

The Martians aren't coming down
They're nowhere to be found
And when there's nobody around
You gotta stand on your own

The boys up at Palomar polish down the mirrors
They long at a receiver for the music of the spheres
On the West Coast, all the psychics, all the seekers and the seers
Still wait upon the hour when the fleet, it last appears
Let's turn off the late movie and call it a night
I'll shut down the receiver and kill the runway lights
I know it's disappointing, but it's gonna be alright
It's better in the long run, we fight all your own fights

The Martians aren't coming down
They're nowhere to be found
And when there's nobody around
You gotta stand on your own