"Not All Who Wander Are Lost in Space"
lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman

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When we steered her from the junkyard she was nothing much to see
With carbon-scored titanium, and lousy delta-V
And a hyperdrive computer core so obsolete and old
That we cursed the piece of junk that we'd been sold

But she can surf the eddies like no other ship I've seen
And when the jump drive's ready, and the indicator's green
She can chart a course through hyperspace like it was in her blood
Though in normal space she runs as quick as mud

We had run a dozen cargos when things first got out of hand
Near a long-abandoned planetoid she started in to land
And asked if we would search the ruins for a crystal sphere
Saying, "I don't recall quite where it was, I fear"

Well, my foremost inclination was to tear the ship apart
But, sifting through her memory, we found a stellar chart
That couldn't have been current for a thousand years or more
It was then that we agreed to go ashore

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	Not all who wander are lost in space
	And it's not always to the swiftest ramjet goes the race
	Our ship's computer's winkin' at us from behind her interface
	'Cause she remembers secrets that the stars forgot
	But she ain't gonna tell us if we're lost or not

It was 'round about this incident that I began to guess
That our old ship's computer core was on some kind of quest
And maybe she'd an longer tale than we had first been told
Could our ship be ancient, rather than just old?

By our sixth our seventh artifact, we'd learned we weren't alone
Our ship was not the only one to which this quest was known
And I supposed the others must be faster ships than she
And the ship's computer laughed: I must agree... but

	Not all who wander are lost in space...

She said: They may be faster, but my chart is most complete
I used to helm a forward scout ship of a long-lost fleet
And even though this clunker hull seems fit to slow us down
You know by now I know my way around

I think that I can trust you to be told what this stuff's for
Most of it's a weapon from a vast, eternal war
But the parts that we've collected, they're not weapons parts at all
They're jump drive parts -- and ready to install

	Not all who wander are lost in space...

	Then we powered up that jump drive for one, short hop
	Which took us clean across this galaxy where fools come out on top
	And any clunker cargo shell you pick up at the shop
	Could be a relic of an ancient race...
	And not all who wander are lost in space