Quasar Motel

I'm so locked in A slave to my purpose Orbiting my home and my maker Humble bits of wire Sheet metal and glass Panels decorating my armor I love you all But I think you lack focus Some quiet time would do you well I want to go Out past the Kuiper Meet Hubble at The Quasar Motel And If I end up A smoldering crater Out on some far foreign land Or pixel dissolved And turned to confetti  Deep in a vortex of black Let me return A last fuzzy signal Thanks for one hell of a ride Then you could take the day Pack up your schematics  Head to the lake and subside And call your friends drunk To swim in the moon light Toasting my old bit of sky While she waits for you to change your mind