FOR THE CREATOR, WHEREVER WE MAY FIND HER

(Tune and words: Zander)

I am the bottle of cola you only drank half of
Thrown from a car to fetch up by the side of the road
Maybe I'm not really suited
To add to the charm of the scene
But I will be here for the next hundred years
Buried under the green
And I didn't ask to be left here
Abandoned, unable to rot
You may think it's perfectly natural
To ruin the good things you've got---
I tell you it's not.

I am the shell of a booster that only went halfway
Ditched when the module set off into translunar space
Maybe I've no purpose left now
My fuel tanks empty and dead
But here I will stay till my orbit decays
Then I'll fall on your head
'Cos I didn't ask to be left here
Abandoned, unable to rust
You may think you don't have to worry
'Bout a sky full of debris and dust---
I tell you you must.

I am "Intelligent Man," though that's only a half-truth
I climb to the stars on the steps of my early mistakes
Maybe I'm not really suited
To conquer the cosmos and more
But I will remain till the end of the game
Just to find out the score
For I didn't ask to be left here
With no purpose that I can fulfil
And you may think that I'll never make it
To the foot of your heavenly hill
To ask you the reason you made me
A thing born to plunder and kill
Yes, you may think that I'll never make it---
I tell you I will!!