Space-y Wace-y
Race today to the only place where nothing is or mislaid
Good now keep on; keep going to the one place in all time and space
To the blue box; one barrowed to never be given back and always stayed
Save the day with a mad man – have some faith, run, just in case
And when you see the end of all time and space, just reboot it
And when you see the death of a mad man just know he lies
When you run faster than you ever have into an unknown land – ah! Hit!
Clever, brilliant you! Geronimo! I am so sorry! Fantastic! Dies…
Shrewd man run in with a funny gadget and tells you to run
You run and fast—so a door try to stop you, no problem
He opens it with a pitch and you’re in— was that a gun?
You’re enjoying this too much, risking it all, all too common
With the mad man in the blue box you will run away to space
To time; anywhere and everywhere—try to stay forever. The race.