Written by Sam Luke
I certainly am, a long way from home, but that’s ok, I was built to explore
Powered by, steam and purpose pie, to search for, a home away from home
I must carry on, until the last drop
I must never stop, until I am SteamJunk
It's a difficult thing to define, a love for a world I’ve yet to find,
I mean I know that she is out there, and folks are counting on me to find her
I must carry on, until the last drop
I must never stop, until I am SteamJunk
During the darkest of the night, he re-entered like lightning,
Boom crash, a steaming hunk of space junk
The doomed flight of the steam junk satellite,
Burning blue matter bright, heading heading heading straight for us
I drift along until I find the perfect planet,
I've searched through enough poignant galaxies to last a million lifetimes
