Way back in 1977, Voyager sailed into outer space carrying a message buried deep down in the grooves of a golden record.
If I may—If I might—hitch a ride on that satellite, carry me past the moon and stars but don’t stop—no, don’t stop—till we reach the edges of all space and time.
There’s no distance that I won’t go; even billions of miles from home.
If there’s something out there, I wanna be the first to know that we’re not alone in the universe.
When you consider the possibility that the heavens above will be forever out of reach, then you’ll never understand the gravity of existence.
One chance, that’s all we get.
This life—it goes by so fast.
So far we’ve barely scratched the surface of all the staggering discoveries that are waiting to be found.
If there’s something out there, I wanna be the first to know that we’re not alone—that we’re not alone.
I want you to know that you’re not alone in the universe.