.
Here in Vegas 'neath the stars,
Seemed the universe was ours,
We are what we are, make no excuses.
They say Carson's deep in space,
Represents the human race,
Riding EMF waves, Johnny come lately.
Planet Earth, calling the universe,
You'd better get ready for this, uh-huh.
By this laser, by this ink,
Through antennae, on this brink,
By electric wire, I will draw closer...
By invention, by mistake,
By the measurements I take,
I will reach for you, I will come calling.
Through the signal deep within,
Broadband radio of my skin,
I will contact you, I will cross over.
Planet Earth, calling the universe,
You’d better get ready for this, uh-huh.
Here in Vegas 'neath the stars,
Seemed the universe was ours,
We are what we are, make no excuses.
Now our capsules ring the globe,
Into emptiness we probe,
I will reach for you, somebody somewhere.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Copyright 1992-1997 Ron Renaud
Here in Vegas 'neath the stars,
Seemed the universe was ours,
We are what we are, make no excuses.
They say Carson's deep in space,
Represents the human race,
Riding EMF waves, Johnny come lately.
Planet Earth, calling the universe,
You'd better get ready for this, uh-huh.
By this laser, by this ink,
Through antennae, on this brink,
By electric wire, I will draw closer...
By invention, by mistake,
By the measurements I take,
I will reach for you, I will come calling.
Through the signal deep within,
Broadband radio of my skin,
I will contact you, I will cross over.
Planet Earth, calling the universe,
You’d better get ready for this, uh-huh.
Here in Vegas 'neath the stars,
Seemed the universe was ours,
We are what we are, make no excuses.
Now our capsules ring the globe,
Into emptiness we probe,
I will reach for you, somebody somewhere.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Copyright 1992-1997 Ron Renaud