Fuel to Feed the Drive
Words by Cynthia McQuillin and Phillip Wayne © 1980, music by Cynthia McQuillin


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A hundred parsecs out on a ship called Borman's Fate
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The engineer McClellan sent the word out to the mate.
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"The engine's growing cold," he said, "And soon our ship must die.
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If we can't find a planet with fuel to feed the drive."

Now our ship's a noble lady, and our captain he is true,
But our engineer is no one's god, no angels in our crew.
If we can't find an answer soon, nobody will survive.
Why can't we find some blasted rock with fuel to feed the drive?

What prayer can stir the gods of space who dwell beyond the stars?
What mortal words can help or heal an engine without power?
Will we drift forever?  Lost between the stars we strive
To find a single planet with fuel to feed the drive.

The screen glows bright!  A world we've found of rock and ice and steel.
If only we can make it there, pray the ions hold the field.
Hope flares anew, the fields will hold, our engine will survive.
It's a hell of a world, but there's hydrogen to feed our dying drive.

So once again we fly through space, this void beyond the stars.
Who knows what ruin may take us, what evil fate is ours?
But as long as our ship is able we will ply the stars and thrive,
As long as we are granted fuel to feed the drive.
As long as we are granted fuel to feed the drive.