The Installation Manual was shining 
Like a forbidden fruit
I am following the wiring
Down the raceway
Through the center of the machine room

I'm going to VAXland
VAXland
In BPA 403
I'm going to VAXland
Tapedrives and Diskdrives with errors
And we are going to VAXland

My System Programmer is nineteen years old
He is a reformed PC hacker
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
in VAXland

She comes back to tell me she's logged out
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own VAX
As if I've never noticed
The way she read her mail from her VT100
And she said losing bits
Is like a window in your screen
Everybody sees you're running Motif
Everybody sees the cursor go

I'm going to VAXland
BPA 403
I'm going to VAXland
Tapedrives and Diskdrives with errors
And we are going to VAXland

And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In VAXland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into VAXland
And I see losing mail
Is like a window on your screen
Everybody sees you're running Motif
Everybody feels the mouse pad

In VAXland, in VAXland
I'm going to VAXland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see VAXland

And I may be obliged to defend 
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
In VAXland